Frenchie - Alber C Übersetzung ins Englische

Frenchie

Dónde están mis compadres
Where are my homies at
Cuando llama a una puerta nuca está abierta, o es que no están?
Ya conoce ese cuento
They all know what is what
Dónde están to esa people cuando no hay flush y toca penar

Dónde están mis compadres
Where are my homies at
Cuando llama a una puerta nuca está abierta, o es que no están
Ya no vive del cuento
He just knows what is what
Dónde está to esa gente, panda inconscientes, valen pa na'

Frenchie siempre tiene pero siempre necesita
Veinte pavos en la cuenta
Pero luego multiplica
De Dios no quiere nada
Da 100 mil pasos en sabbat
Va pensando la jugada
Va escuchando Black Sabbath

El bolsillo roto del pantalón
Perdiendo pasta y la inspiración
Cargando penas bajo su cruz
Pero a Frenchie, loco, no lo pisas tú
Es la presión
Faca del abuelo en el talón
Un Ibiza rojo va quemando azul
Si algo no falló fue la actitud

To le sale rana
No aprovecha la jornada
Se pierde en el humo
Poca chicha, Baba Yaga
Otro marrón, no es Golden Brown
Él va sonriendo pero todos frown
Estaba arriba y ahora down
Joaquim Phoenix, sad clown

Frenchie está jodido, otra más que se complica
Frenchie tiene fuego pero luego se lo pican
Frenchie escupe al suelo, mil heridas sin tiritas
Frenchie iba de primo pero ahora se lo explican

Y ahora
Dónde están mis compadres
Where are my homies at
Cuando llama a una puerta nuca está abierta, o es que no están?
Ya conoce ese cuento
They all know what is what
Dónde están to esa people cuando no hay flush y toca penar

Dónde están mis compadres
Where are my homies at
Cuando llama a una puerta nuca está abierta, o es que no están
Ya no vive del cuento
He just knows what is what
Dónde está to esa gente, panda inconscientes, valen pa na'

Frenchie

Where are my buddies
Where are my homies at
When I knock on a door, it's never open, or are they not there?
You already know that story
They all know what is what
Where are all those people when there's no money and it's time to suffer?

Where are my buddies
Where are my homies at
When I knock on a door, it's never open, or are they not there?
He doesn't live on stories anymore
He just knows what is what
Where are all those people, unconscious fools, they're worthless.

Frenchie always has something, but he always needs more
Twenty bucks in the account
But then he multiplies it
He doesn't want anything from God
He takes 100,000 steps on a Sabbath
He's thinking about his next move
He's listening to Black Sabbath

The torn pocket of his pants
Losing money and inspiration
Carrying burdens under his cross
But you can't step on Frenchie, baby, he's crazy
It's the pressure
Grandpa's knife in the heel
A red Ibiza is burning blue
If anything didn't fail, it was his attitude

Everything turns out bad for him
He doesn't take advantage of the day
He gets lost in the smoke
Little substance, Baba Yaga
Another mess, it's not Golden Brown
He's smiling, but everyone else is frowning
He was on top, and now he's down
Joaquin Phoenix, sad clown

Frenchie is screwed, another complication
Frenchie has fire, but then they steal it from him
Frenchie spits on the ground, a thousand wounds without bandages
Frenchie was acting like a fool, but now they're explaining it to him

And now
Where are my buddies
Where are my homies at
When I knock on a door, it's never open, or are they not there?
You already know that story
They all know what is what
Where are all those people when there's no money and it's time to suffer?

Where are my buddies
Where are my homies at
When I knock on a door, it's never open, or are they not there?
He doesn't live on stories anymore
He just knows what is what
Where are all those people, unconscious fools, they're worthless.