Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tercer mundo, artist - Fito Paez. Album song Tercer Mundo, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 23.06.1990
Record label: Warner Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Tercer mundo(original) |
Hace muchos años un hombre soñó |
Un imperio, un imperio muy grande |
Tenía buena cara y no paraba de hablar |
Con el hombre más odiado y querido del lugar |
Soñaba tener una jardín florido con la patria de Mexico al pie |
Con hermanos de toda calaña y en el sueño gritaba: |
«me hundo, me hundo, me hundo» |
Y nadie sabe como vine a parar yo, al Tercer Mundo |
La Mona Giménez con Mickey Rourke |
Mirando las chicas del puticlub |
La banda de rock que mas chicas quiso |
Entrando muchachos al Caracas Hilton |
Coca-Coca-Coca-Coca Sarly |
Coca-Coca-Coca-Coca Cola |
Coca-Coca-Coca-Coca |
Inapetente estara Pinochet |
El día que lo echen a palos |
Segui caminando y llegue a una disco |
Khadafi bailando con un ministro |
Pidieron petróleo y no les dieron |
Les dieron Fernet que es un buen veneno |
Fabi Cantilo echo a Henry Miller |
Porque era muy tarde y por lo que escribe |
A Henry nada de eso le importó y terminó en la cama con la Salomón |
Hay van los Pimpinela por la Quinta Avenida |
El Madison al palo, arde la Argentina |
Calígula despierta de su invernacion |
Sube al escenario y se los tira a los dos |
El gordo Porcel canta rock y fuma la yerba de Billie Bond |
Y siguen planeando algo en Bolivia |
Casar a Almodovar con una niña |
Y todo el mundo quiere llegar primero |
Se besan Pedrito con la Melero |
Que sueño más raro el de esta yunta |
Las puertas aquí no terminan nunca |
Batato jugando con Maradona |
Solitos, solitos en la de Boca |
Y sigo caminando y entro en un bar |
Y ya no era día y no era verdad |
Andres Calamaro y Lou Reed |
Pensando, pensando en salir de aquí |
Afuera los pibes en la ciudad |
Creo que no sueñan, no sueñan más |
No quiero dolares |
Nena vuelvo a casa a soñar con vos |
Y en casa grito: «me hundo, me hundo, me hundo» |
Y nadie sabe como vine a parar yo |
Al tercer mundo, Tercer Mundo |
(translation) |
Many years ago a man dreamed |
An empire, a very big empire |
He had a good face and did not stop talking |
With the most hated and loved man in the place |
I dreamed of having a flowery garden with the country of Mexico at the foot |
With brothers of all kinds and in the dream he shouted: |
"I sink, I sink, I sink" |
And nobody knows how I ended up in the Third World |
La Mona Giménez with Mickey Rourke |
Looking at the girls in the whorehouse |
The rock band that most girls wanted |
Entering boys at the Caracas Hilton |
Coca-Coca-Coca-Coca Sarly |
Coca-Coca-Coca-Coca-Cola |
Coca-Coca-Coca-Coca |
Pinochet will be unappetizing |
The day they beat him up |
I kept walking and came to a disco |
Gaddafi dancing with a minister |
They asked for oil and they were not given |
They gave them Fernet which is a good poison |
Fabi Cantilo kicked out Henry Miller |
Because it was too late and because of what he writes |
None of that mattered to Henry and he ended up in bed with Solomon. |
There are the Pimpinela on Fifth Avenue |
The Madison to the stick, Argentina burns |
Caligula wakes up from his hibernation |
Get on the stage and bang 'em both |
Fat Porcel sings rock and smokes Billie Bond's weed |
And they are still planning something in Bolivia |
Marry Almodovar with a girl |
And everyone wants to get there first |
They kiss Pedrito with the Melero |
What a strange dream of this team |
The doors here never end |
Batato playing with Maradona |
Alone, alone in Boca's |
And I keep walking and enter a bar |
And it was no longer day and it was not true |
Andres Calamaro and Lou Reed |
Thinking, thinking of getting out of here |
Outside the kids in the city |
I think they don't dream, they don't dream anymore |
I don't want dollars |
Baby I'm coming home to dream of you |
And at home I scream: "I'm sinking, I'm sinking, I'm sinking" |
And no one knows how I came to be |
To the third world, Third World |