El Mundo Gira Mal - Axelle Red

El mundo gira mal, hay algo que en su tempo le hace cojear.

El mundo gira mal, en su orquesta todo desafina ya.

Hay millones sin hogar, en un mundo marginal, bailando van,

con su ritmo cada cual, con su himno cantarán, sin escuchar.

¨Qué puedo hacer?

Let’s dance.

¨Qué puedo hacer?

Let’s dance.

El mundo gira mal, hay un cierto olor a escándalo en su piel.

El mundo gira mal, todos quieren ser estrellas de papel.

Hay millones que le están, destruyendo sin piedad, ahogando el mar,

con petroleo y suciedad, que misiles lanzarán, sin escuchar.

¨Qué puedo hacer?

Let’s dance.

¨Qué puedo hacer?

Let’s dance.

Tú crees que ves, tú crees saber,

con las noticias de la tele a las tres,

políticos, fanáticos, quién juzgará lo que es verdad y lo que no.

Let’s dance, let’s dance.

La tendencia es opinión, la influencie es el motor,

la apariencia salvo yo.

Y después de tanto hablar el amor hay que intentar,

antes de la cuenta atrás, cuatro, tres, dos, uno…

¨Qué puedo hacer?

Let’s dance.

¨Qué puedo hacer?

Let’s dance.

Hay millones sin hogar, en un mundo marginal, bailando van,

con su ritmo cada cual, con su himno cantarán, sin escuchar.

¨Qué puedo hacer?

Let’s dance.

The world spins badly, there is something in his tempo that makes him limp.

The world spins badly, in his orchestra everything is already out of tune.

There are millions homeless, in a marginal world, dancing they go,

with their rhythm each one, with their anthem they will sing, without listening.

What I can do?

Let's dance.

What I can do?

Let's dance.

The world spins badly, there is a certain smell of scandal on his skin.

The world spins badly, everyone wants to be a paper star.

There are millions who are mercilessly destroying him, drowning the sea,

With oil and dirt, what missiles will they launch, without listening.

What I can do?

Let's dance.

What I can do?

Let's dance.

You think you see, you think you know

with the news on TV at three,

politicians, fanatics, who will judge what is true and what is not.

Let's dance, let's dance.

The trend is opinion, the influence is the engine,

appearance except me.

And after so much talking about love, you have to try,

before the countdown, four, three, two, one...

What I can do?

Let's dance.

What I can do?

Let's dance.

There are millions homeless, in a marginal world, dancing they go,

with their rhythm each one, with their anthem they will sing, without listening.

What I can do?

Let's dance.