Dice Are Rolling [Spanish translation]

What's new, Buenos Aires? Your nation which a few years ago had the second largest gold reserve in the world is now bankrupt. Your country which grew up and grew rich on beef is now rationing it. La Prensa, one of the few newspapers which dare to oppose Peronism has now been silenced and so have all the other reasonable voices. I'll tell you what's new, Buenos Aires.....

Dice are rolling, the knives are out

I see every bad sign in the book

And as far as they can--overweight to a man!

They have that lean and hungry look

But we still have the magic we've always had!

The descamisados still worship me

We arrived thanks to them and no-one else

Not thanks to your generals -

A clutch of stuffed cuckoos!

It's not a question of a big parade,

Proving we're big with the mobs on the street

You're wrong

The people, my people

The people belong to no-one!

They are fickle, can be manipulated

They don't matter!

However much they love you

Now it matters more that

As far as my stuffed cuckoos are concerned,

You don't politically exist!

So I don't exist! So I count for nothing!

Try saying that on the streets

When all over the world I am Argentina!

Most of your generals wouldn't be recognized

By their own mothers!

But they'll admit I exist when I become vice-president!

That won't work...

We've been through all of this before

They'd fight you tooth and nail

You'd never overcome them

With a hundred rallies and even if you did.....

Yes?

Your little body's slowly breaking down

You're losing speed, you're losing strength

Not style - that goes on flourishing forever

But your eyes, your smile

Do not have the sparkle of your fantastic past

If you climb one more mountain it could be your last

I'm not that ill. Bad moments come but they go

Some days are fine, some a little bit harder

But that doesn't mean I should change my routine

Have you ever seen me defeated?

Don't you forget what I've been through

And yet I'm still standing

And if I am ill-- it could even be to your advantage!

Advantage? I'm trying to point out that you are dying!

This talk of death is chilling

Of course you're not going to die!

Then I must now be vice-president!

And I shall have my people come to choose

Two Perons to wear their country's crowns

In thousands in my squares and avenues

Emptying their villages and towns

Where every soul in a home or shack or stall

Knows me as Argentina, that is all

Oh I shall be a great vice-president!

So what happens now?

So what happens now?

Where am I going to?

Don't ask anymore