Al Mundo Le Falta Un Tornillo

The whole world is in the oven
Sad, bitter and without fun
Melancholic and cut off
The robust ones are gone
Even I, who was a delight
I've lost four kilos!
Everyone is on the attack
And the pot is so high
That you have to use a trampoline
If there will be crisis, anger, and hunger
That the one who buys ten cold cuts
Today eats even the string

Today we live by force
And we sleep in a hurry
And even Christ's beard
Has been shaved
Today we pawn
The most loyal friend
Nobody invites to eat
Everyone on the track
The world is missing a screw
Let a mechanic come
And see if he can fix it

What's happening? Oh my goodness!
The shelf fell down
Or St. Peter opened the gate
Creation is fighting
And out of pure impulse
Apoliya without a mattress
The thief is now decent
And by force became a person
He can't find anyone to steal from
And he, honest, has become a thief
Because in his saving fever
He, he strives to keep

Today we live by force
And we sleep in a hurry
And even Christ's beard
Has been shaved
Today we pawn
The most loyal friend
Nobody invites to eat
Everyone on the track

The world is missing a screw
Let a mechanic come
And see if he can fix it