Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Al Mundo Le Falta un Tornillo, artist - Carlos Gardel. Album song Al Mundo Le Falta Un Tornillo, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 18.10.2009
Record label: bELA
Song language: Spanish
Al Mundo Le Falta un Tornillo(original) |
Todo el mundo esta en la estufa, triste amargao y sin garufa |
Neurastenico y cortao, se acabaron los robustos |
Si hasta yo que daba gusto cuatro kilos he bajao |
Hoy la guita anda de asalto y el puchero est tan alto |
Que hay que usar un trampolin, si habra crisis, bronca y hambre |
Que el que compra diez de fiambre hoy se morfa hasta el pioln |
Hoy se vive de prepo y se duerme apurao |
Y la chiva hasta a Cristo se la han afeitao |
Hoy se lleva a empear al amigo mas fiel |
Nadie invita a morfar, todo el mundo en el riel |
Al mundo le falta un tornillo, que venga un mecanico |
Pa ver si lo puede arreglar |
Que sucede? |
Mama mia, se cay la estanteria |
O San Pedro abri el portn, la creacin anda a las pias |
Y de pura rebatia apoliya hasta el colchn |
El ladrn hoy es decente y a la fuerza se ha echo gente |
Ya no tiene que robar |
Y el honrao se ha vuelto chorro porque en su fiebre de ahorro |
L se afana por guardar |
Al mundo le falta un tornillo, que venga un mecanico |
Pa ver si lo puede arreglar |
(translation) |
Everyone is in the stove, sad bitter and without garufa |
Neurasthenic and cut off, the robust ones are over |
Yes, even I who was pleased four kilos have lost |
Today the twine is on an assault and the pot is so high |
That you have to use a trampoline, if there will be a crisis, anger and hunger |
That the one who buys ten cold cuts today morphs to the pioln |
Today you live in prepo and sleep in a hurry |
And the goat even Christ has been shaved |
Today she takes the most faithful friend to pawn |
Nobody invites to morph, everyone on the rail |
The world is missing a screw, let a mechanic come |
To see if you can fix it |
What's going on? |
Mama mia, the shelf fell |
O San Pedro opened the gate, the creation goes to the pineapples |
And of pure rebatia apoliya until the mattress |
The thief today is decent and by force he has made people |
no longer have to steal |
And honor has become a jet because in its saving fever |
L strives to save |
The world is missing a screw, let a mechanic come |
To see if you can fix it |