Paroles et traduction Los Aldeanos - Algo

Algo

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 ha 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 es calera pa´ bajar,
Los tira piedras han sido reemplazados por chavetas,
Niños aprenden primero a fumar que a montar bicicletas,
Con metas que no alegran ya nuestro grizoso cielo,
Ahora la talla es irse pa´Cupet a luchar menudo y caramelos,
La vida es como un grelo 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 cobijan seres de historias tristes y duras,
Aquí en el sumiso paraíso de amargura,
Al nacer en vez de darte dos nalgas te extirpan 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 dao no te quedas,
Con tu E-dad no va ni pega ese mal carácter,
A quien quieres parecerte explícame esa parte,
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 halla de su ventana,
La indiscriminada tala de fama de los modales,
No hay Marex que la frene ni educación que la pare, pare---
Cemos 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 carne Play boy llevan cites marca Seiko,
Hey come mierda, mierda sigan comiendo,
Horita 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 barbero encima,
Por favor que lo reemplace 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 pulo vitos caros, que no caiga en descaros, y
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Music Maestro……….hey yo……let's go…….uh…haha…Something's wrong
Something's wrong……hey yo…. Music Maestro….let's go……new Vedado…….
The filter of philanthropy….Aldeano men….hey yo…….
Music maestro….that's how I like to do it. Not for you…I
Many reflect on the bus the lack of light, of food,
Of shampoo, of feelings, not of 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 confront the darkness,
Fear increases, nerves tend to fail,
Prices that go up and can't find the ladder to go down,
Stone throwers have been replaced by switchblades,
Children learn to smoke before they learn to ride bikes,
With goals that no longer brighten our gray sky,
Now the trend is to go to Cupet to fight for change and candy,
Life is like a vine that easily tangles,
It's like a desert without nights and without oases,
It's almost like water between your hands,
Fragile as a flower and short as summer,
Bouquets of flowers, still adorn graves,
That shelter beings with sad and hard stories,
Here in the submissive paradise of bitterness,
At birth instead of giving you two buttocks they remove your sweetness.
Something's wrong, wrong is something,
There's something, there's something wrong,
Something's wrong, wrong is something,
There's something, there's something wrong,
Something's wrong, wrong is something,
There's something, there's something wrong,
Something's wrong, wrong is something,
There's something, there's something wrong,
Thousands of young people, talking about modern cars and dollars,
Of mansions with swimming pools and golden revolvers,
Of girls with big breasts even if they have no feelings,
Of marijuana, of jewels and of 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're not left behind,
That bad temper doesn't go with your age,
Who do you want to be like, explain that part to me,
On the streets, people no longer reason,
It seems that on TV they announced that you have to save neurons,
Ladies and gentlemen, tell me what's going on,
Why do they go out for a walk and leave their brains at home,
Excuse me, a dead word, I haven't heard it anymore,
Older people have already lost their decency,
Some mothers have husbands and lovers,
And they criticize their daughters for wearing earrings in their navels,
Not only have I been a witness to these dramas,
So has Randy from there from his window,
The indiscriminate felling of fame of manners,
There is no Marex that stops it, nor education that stops it, stop---
We pray to strange animals from another time, I can give you an example,
okay listen to this,
Chofe you are eating shit, your mother's cunt,
You stepped on my foot, you jerk, open the back, buddy,
Damn,
Nowadays even the Mikis are looking for a fight,
These Play boy meat wear Seiko brand watches,
Hey eat shit, keep eating shit,
Right now you are 30 years old and you still play with Nintendos,
Something's wrong, wrong is something,
There's something, there's something wrong,
Something's wrong, wrong is something,
There's something, there's something wrong,
Something's wrong, wrong is something,
There's something, there's something wrong,
Something's wrong, wrong is something,
There's something, there's something wrong,
Vices stick us to the floor, they take us to trial,
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 any barber on top,
Please replace him with medical books,
Let him draw the curtains, let him watch his mom,
Let him tell her I love you and I don't want to be a guava anymore,
Let him run after his dreams, not after absurd complexes,
And let him not feel like a dot, for getting 90 points,
Let him give a correct direction to his world, let him be honest, that's how
Ernesto dreamed it,
That he appears in expensive cars, that he does not fall into shamelessness, and
that t