Текст и перевод песни Al2 El Aldeano - 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 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
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 las
Discotecas, pero no a las bibliotecas,
De que te sirven las Naike 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 es la culpa de que todo este marchando
Mal en nuestra gran aldea,
No solo es culpa de los policías...
Es más... el vil 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 Is Wrong

Music Maestro... hey baby... let's go... uh... haha... Something is wrong
Something is wrong... hey baby... Music Maestro... let's go... new forbidden...
The filter of philanthropy... Aldeano men... hey baby...
Music maestro... that's how I like to do it. Not you... me

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 glances face the darkness,
Fear increases, nerves tend to fail,
Prices that go up and can't find the lime to go down,
The stone throwers have been replaced by thugs,
Children learn to smoke before they learn to ride bicycles,
With goals that no longer brighten our gray sky,
Now the size is to go to Cupet to fight for small change and candy,

Life is like a tangle that easily gets tangled,
It's like a desert without nights and without an oasis,
It's almost like water between your hands,
Fragile as a flower and short as summer,

Bouquets of flowers continue to adorn graves,
Which shelter beings with sad and harsh stories,
Here in the submissive paradise of bitterness,
When you are born, instead of giving you two buttocks, they cut out the sweetness.

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Thousands of young people, talking about modern cars and dollars,
Of mansions with swimming pools and golden revolvers,
Of girls with big tits even if they have no feelings,
Marijuana jewelry and pots with meat inside,
Little one what are you doing, tell me what the hell are you playing,
That the girls in the neighborhood know that you don't stay behind,
With your age, that bad character doesn't even stick,
Who do you want to be like? Explain that part to me,
In the streets, people no longer reason,
It seems that on TV they announced that neurons have to be saved,
Ladies and gentlemen, tell me what is going on,
Why do they go for a walk and leave their brains at home,
Sorry, a dead word, I've never heard it again,
Older people have already lost their decency,
Some mothers have husbands and lovers,
And they criticize their daughters for wearing earrings on their belly buttons,
I have not only witnessed these dramas,
So has Randy from his window,
The indiscriminate felling of fame of manners,
There is no Marex to stop it or education to stop it, stop---
We eat strange animals from another time, I can give you an example,
Okay listen to this,

Driver, you're eating shit, your mother's pussy,
You stepped on my foot, idiot, open in the back, buddy,

Motherfucker,
Nowadays even Mikis are looking for a fight,
These Play boy meats carry Seiko brand dates,
Hey eat shit, keep eating shit,
Right now they're 30 years old and they still play Nintendos,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Vices stick us to the ground, take us to court,
Or to throw ourselves off the top floor of our building,
To make us feel like hedgehogs, isolated and feared,
And to see in solitude the love of a true friend,
Conflicting boys grow up with troubled thoughts,
And going to more dog fights than riding swings,
If any pioneer has a barber on top,
Please replace it 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 fool anymore,
Let him run after his dreams, not after absurd complexes,
And don't feel 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 it appears in expensive cars, that it does not fall into disrepute, and
That take the example,
Of that brother who is dead, for creating a healthier world,
We're going backwards, like athletic crabs, because we're going to
Discos, but not libraries,
What good are Naike tas, if you don't know the products,
I ask, you answer, Juan Mareo Segundo.

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Something is wrong, something is wrong,
Something is wrong, something is wrong,

Me... if you're still there,
It is necessary that I 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 cops' fault...
It's more... the vile one knew that I could only handle this burden, 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,
Me.
UNDERGROUND
For the youth of Cuba and the world, new forbidden, Havana Cuba... you know...