Lyrics and translation Ihon - El Otomano aka Musíco Intimo

El Otomano aka Musíco Intimo

Zevex...
Musiko intimo...
IH1 El otomano

Ando fatal, en esta apnea eterna musíco íntimo
Del primero al último, hablé valirio
Las horas no pasaban en el techo
Me dice el viejo:
Tu no cumples años cumples sueños (time out)

Y sin motivos pa brindar
Porque esta puta enfermedad
Saca mis penas, anduve yo por Belfast
El carnicero de Iowa en el fondo la taberna

Agoniza, otro día cualquiera, ¿me escuchas?
No quiero más excusas
Querer joder conmigo es querer pasarlas putas
Spamea toda esa mierda haber si triunfas...
(Mira p'arriba, mira p'arriba)

Os paso por encima, me llaman Sergei Bubka
Mejor no me conozcas
Jodido once again músico íntimo
Escribo, en un sótano celestial con hedor a Narciso Marchito

Y así es como esta mierda me llevó a cruzar el Mármara
Que mas dará
Mi crooner favorito no era Frank, era Paul Anka
Ya no hago trampas, (fuck that) leo mucho, pero no ser pasar página

Imagina, imagina
Imagina, como son mis días
Poliki poliki
Tu tienes menos barras que la tienda de la Pili...
(Respect 4 da Pili bars)

El Otomano aka Intimate Musician

Zeybek...
Intimate Musician...
IH1 The Ottoman

I'm in a bad way, in this eternal apnea, intimate musician
From the first to the last, I spoke delirium
The hours wouldn't pass on the ceiling
The old man tells me:
You don't celebrate years, you celebrate dreams (time out)

And without reasons to toast
Because this fucking disease
Brings out my sorrows, I walked through Belfast
The butcher of Iowa in the back of the tavern

Another day is dying, can you hear me?
I don't want any more excuses
To want to fuck with me is to want to have a hard time...
Spam all that shit to see if you succeed...
(Look up, look up)

I step over you, they call me Sergei Bubka
Better not get to know me
Fucking once again intimate musician
I write in a heavenly basement with the stench of withered narcissus

And that's how this shit led me to cross the Marmara
What more can I say
My favorite crooner wasn't Frank, it was Paul Anka
I don't cheat anymore, (fuck that) I read a lot, but I won't turn the page

Imagine, imagine
Imagine what my days are like
Slowly Slowly
You have fewer bars than Pili's shop...
(Respect 4 da Pili bars)