Paroles et traduction Los Aldeanos - Algo Anda Mal

Algo Anda Mal

Música Maestro... hey yo... vamos... uh... jaja... Algo anda mal
Algo anda mal... hey yo... Música Maestro... vamos... nuevo vedado...
El filtro de la filantropía... Aldeano men... hey yo...
Música maestro... así me gusta hacerlo a mi.No se a ti... yo

Muchos reflejan en el autobús la escasez de luz, de alimentos,
De shampoo, de sentimientos, no de sus defectos,
Aun no entiendo porque nos tratamos mal,
Si al final según Celia Cruz la vida es un carnaval,
Huele a peligro, las noches en las calles desiertas,
Miradas inquietas a la oscuridad se enfrentan,
El miedo aumenta, los nervios tienden a fallar,
Precios que suben y no encuentran la escalera pa' bajar,
Los tirapiedras han sido reemplazados por chavetas,
Niños aprenden primero a fumar que a montar bicicletas,
Cometas que no alegran ya nuestro grizoso cielo,
Ahora la talla es irse pa'Cupet a luchar menudo y caramelos,

La vida es como un drelo que se enreda fácil,
Es como un desierto sin noches y sin oasis,
Es casi casi como el agua entre tus manos,
Frágil como una flor y corta como el verano,

Ramos de flores, siguen adornando sepulturas,
Que acobijan seres de historias tristes y duras,
Aquí en el sumiso paraíso de amargura,
Al nacer en vez de darte dos nalgas te extripan la dulzura.

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Miles de jóvenes, hablando de autos modernos y dólares,
De mansiones con piscina y de dorados revólveres,
De chicas con tetas grandes aunque no tengan sentimientos,
De marihuana de joyas y de ollas con carne adentro,
Pequeñín que estas haciendo, dime a que coño es que juegas,
A que las jevas del barrio sepan que da no te quedas,
Con tu E-dad no va ni pega ese mal carácter,
A quien quieres parecerte explícame esa parte, (a un gangster?)
En las calles, ya las personas no razonan,
Parece que por el TV anunciaron que hay que ahorrar neuronas,
Señoras y señores díganme que es lo que pasa,
Por que salen a pasear y dejan el cerebro en casa,
Disculpa, palabra difunta, nunca mas la he oído,
Las personas mayores la decencia ya han perdido,
Algunas madres tienen maridos y queridos,
Y critican a sus hijas por llevar aretes en el ombligo,
No solo he sido yo testigos de estos dramas,
También lo ha sido Randy desde alla de su ventana,
La indiscriminada tala de fama de los modales,
No hay Marex que la frene ni educación que la pare,
Parcemos extraños animales de otro tiempo, puedo ponerte un ejemplo,
Okay escucha esto,

Chofe estas comiendo mierda, el coño de tu madre,
Me cogiste el pie, tarruo abre atrás compadre,

De madre,
Hoy en día hasta los Mikis buscan pleito,
Estos care Playboy llevan cd's marca Seiko,
Hey come mierda, mierda sigan comiendo,
Ahorita tienen 30 años y aun juegan con Nintendos,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Los vicios los pegan al piso nos llevan a juicio,
O a lanzarnos del piso más alto de nuestro edificio,
Ha sentirnos como erizos, apartados y temidos,
Y a ver en la soledad el amor de un fiel amigo,
Conflictivos chicos crecen con los pensamientos turbios,
E yendo a más peleas de perros que a montar columpios,
Si algún pió-nero tiene algún babero encima,
Por favor que lo reemplace(por favor) por libros de medicinas,
Que corra las cortinas, que observe a su mama,
Que le diga te quiero y no quiero ser abacua ya,
Que corra tras sus sueños, no tras complejos absurdos,
Y que no se sienta un punto, por sacar 90 puntos,
Que le de un rumbo a su mundo correcto, que sea honesto, que así
Lo soñó el Ernesto,
Que aparece en pulovitos caros, que no caiga en descaros, y
Que tome el ejemplo,
De ese hermano que esta muerto, por crear un mundo mas sano,
Para atrás vamos, como cangrejos atletas, pues vamos a
Discotecas, pero no a las bibliotecas,
De que te sirven las Nike tas, si no te sabes los productos,
Pregunto yo, responde tu, Juan Mareo Segundo.

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Algo anda mal, mal anda algo,
Anda algo has, has anda algo,

Yo... si aun estas ahí todavía,
Es necesario que te diga, que la música es mía, que la poesía
Es mía, que la filantropía es mía,
Lo que es mía y tuya la culpa de que todo este marchando
Mal en nuestra gran aldea,
No solo es culpa de los policías...
Es más... el B sabia que yo solo podía con esta carga, por eso
No esta, sabes,
UNDERGROUND,
Jaja... se que no puedes resistirlo, voy a empezar la canción de nuevo,
Yo...
UNDERGROUND
Por los jóvenes de Cuba y del mundo, nuevo vedado, habana cuba... tu sabes...

Something's Wrong

Music Maestro... hey yo... let's go... uh... haha... Something's wrong
Something's wrong... hey yo... Música Maestro... let's go... new vedado...
The filter of philanthropy... Aldeano men... hey yo...
Music maestro... that's how I like to do it. I don't know about you... I

Many reflect on the bus the lack of light, food,
Shampoo, feelings, not their flaws,
I still don't understand why we treat each other badly,
If in the end, according to Celia Cruz, life is a carnival,
It smells like danger, the nights in the deserted streets,
Restless eyes face the darkness,
Fear increases, nerves tend to fail,
Prices that rise and can't find the stairs to go down,
The stone throwers have been replaced by knives,
Children learn to smoke before riding bicycles,
Kites that no longer brighten our gray sky,
Now the size is to go to Cupet to fight for change and candy,

Life is like a thread that tangles easily,
It's like a desert without nights and without oasis,
It's almost like the water between your hands,
Fragile as a flower and short as summer,

Bouquets of flowers continue to adorn graves,
That shelter beings of sad and harsh stories,
Here in the submissive paradise of bitterness,
At birth, instead of giving you two buttocks, they rip out your sweetness.

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Thousands of young people, talking about modern cars and dollars,
Of mansions with pools and golden revolvers,
Of girls with big tits even if they have no feelings,
Of marijuana, jewels, and pots with meat inside,
Little one, what are you doing, tell me what the hell you're playing,
So that the girls in the neighborhood know that you don't stay behind,
That bad temper doesn't go with your age,
Who do you want to be like, explain that part to me, (a gangster?)
On the streets, people no longer reason,
It seems that on TV they announced that we have to save neurons,
Ladies and gentlemen, tell me what's going on,
Why do you go for a walk and leave your brain at home,
Excuse me, a deceased word, I have never heard it again,
Older people have lost their decency,
Some mothers have husbands and lovers,
And they criticize their daughters for wearing belly button rings,
Not only have I been a witness to these dramas,
So has Randy from over there in his window,
The indiscriminate felling of fame of manners,
There is no Marex to stop it or education to stop it,
We look like strange animals from another time, I can give you an example,
Okay listen to this,

Chofe you're eating shit, your mother's cunt,
You stepped on my foot, idiot open up back there buddy,

Damn,
Nowadays even the Mikis are looking for a fight,
These care Playboy wear Seiko brand CDs,
Hey eat shit, keep eating shit,
Right now they're 30 years old and still play with Nintendos,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

The vices stick us to the floor, they take us to court,
Or to throw ourselves from the highest floor of our building,
To feel like hedgehogs, isolated and feared,
And to see in solitude the love of a faithful friend,
Troubled boys grow up with cloudy thoughts,
And going to more dog fights than riding swings,
If any pioneer has a bib on,
Please replace it (please) with medical books,
Let him draw the curtains, let him observe his mother,
Let him tell her I love you and I don't want to be a abacua anymore,
Let him run after his dreams, not after absurd complexes,
And that he doesn't feel like a dot, for getting 90 points,
That he gives his world a correct course, that he be honest, that's how
Ernesto dreamed it,
That he appears in expensive powders, that he doesn't fall into disrepute, and
That he takes the example,
Of that brother who is dead, for creating a healthier world,
We go backwards, like athlete crabs, because we go to
Discos, but not to libraries,
What good are your Nike tas if you don't know the products,
I ask, you answer, Juan Mareo Segundo.

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

Something's wrong, something's wrong,
Something's wrong, do something,

I... if you're still there,
I need to tell you that the music is mine, that the poetry
Is mine, that philanthropy is mine,
What is mine and yours is the fault that everything is going
Wrong in our great village,
It's not just the police's fault...
It's more... El B knew that I could handle this burden alone, that's why
He's not here, you know,
UNDERGROUND,
Haha... I know you can't resist it, I'm going to start the song over again,
I...
UNDERGROUND
For the youth of Cuba and the world, new vedado, Havana Cuba... you know...