Al mundo le falta un tornillo [English translation]

Everybody is disgusted,

Sad, sour and without fun,

neurasthenic and broke...

The robusts are over,

even I, who caused happiness,

I lost four kilos!

There's no money neither in robberies

and the puchero is so high priced

that we must use a springboard.

If there's crisis, anger and hunger,

that who buys ten grams of cold meat

he even eats the twine.

Today we live without warnings

and sleep hurried.

And even Jesus beard

they shaved...

Today they take to hock

the most faithful friend,

nobody invites to eat...

everybody on the rail.

The world is missing a screw

may a mechanic comes...

For what, man?

For if he can fix it.

What happens?...Oh God!

The shelves fell off

or Saint Peter opened the gate.

The creation is having a fight

and of lots of snatching

it sleeps without a matress.

The thief is now decent

by force he became normal,

he can't find anyone to steal.

And the honest became robber

because in his saving fever

he robs himself for saving.

• Artist:Carlos Gardel