Hoyos en la bolsa - El Tri

A�o con a�o, el dinero vale menos

A�o con a�o, todo vale m�s

A�o con a�o, la crisis va avanzando

Y aumentan los abusos del gobierno

Y ahora nos dicen que hay que solidarizarnos

Y que hay que apretarnos el cintur�n

Lo malo es que este asiento ya no tiene rollo

Los hoyos est�n en la bolsa de nuestro pantal�n

A�o con a�o, nuestros hijos van creciendo

A�o con a�o, necesitan m�s

A�o con a�o, el dolar sigue subiendo

Y cada vez nos la dejan caer peor

Y ahora nos dicen que hay que solidarizarnos

Y que hay que apretarnos el cintur�n

Lo malo es que este asiento ya no tiene rollo

Los hoyos est�n en la bolsa de gasto del pueblo

�Que pesadillas tendr�n los traidores!

Que han endrogado y han vendido al pa�s

No creo que puedan dormir muy tranquilos

Han de sentir que el diablo les jala los pies

A�o con a�o, la crisis va avanzando

A�o con a�o, avanza la inflaci�n

A�o con a�o, el pueblo esta m�s amolado

Y aumentan los abusos del gobierno

Y ahora nos dicen que hay que solidarizarnos

Y que hay que apretarnos el cintur�n

Lo malo es que este asiento ya no tiene rollo

Los hoyos est�n en la bolsa de gasto del pueblo

Cuando no hay lana, las broncas llegan solas

Cuando no hay feria, todo empieza a salir mal

El amor se sale por la ventana

Y por la panza las broncas comienzan a llegar

A�o con a�o, el dinero vale menos

A�o con a�o, todo vale m�s

Y cada vez nos la dejan caer peor

Y ahora nos dicen que hay que solidarizarnos

Y que hay que apretarnos el cintur�n

Lo malo es que ese asiento ya no tiene rollo

Los hoyos estan en la bolsa de gasto del pueblo…

Year after year, money is worth less

Year after year, everything is worth more

Year after year, the crisis is advancing

And the abuses of the government increase

And now they tell us that we have to show solidarity

And that we have to tighten our belt

The bad thing is that this seat no longer has a roll

The holes are in the pocket of our pants

Year after year, our children grow

Year after year, they need more

Year after year, the dollar continues to rise

And every time they let us down worse

And now they tell us that we have to show solidarity

And that we have to tighten our belt

The bad thing is that this seat no longer has a roll

The holes are in the village expense bag

What nightmares traitors will have!

That they have drugged and sold the country

I don't think they can sleep very peacefully

They must feel that the devil is pulling their feet

Year after year, the crisis is advancing

Year after year, inflation advances

Year after year, the town is more polished

And the abuses of the government increase

And now they tell us that we have to show solidarity

And that we have to tighten our belt

The bad thing is that this seat no longer has a roll

The holes are in the village expense bag

When there is no wool, the fights come by themselves

When there is no fair, everything starts to go wrong

love goes out the window

And through the belly the fights begin to arrive

Year after year, money is worth less

Year after year, everything is worth more

And every time they let us down worse

And now they tell us that we have to show solidarity

And that we have to tighten our belt

The bad thing is that that seat no longer has a roll

The holes are in the people's pocket...