Paroles et traduction Al Safir - 808

808

No sé lo que hay fuera, una ratonera
A las 3:00 de la maña' nadie me espera
Cuando se cruzaron estas líneas paralelas
Se ha fundío la vela y ahora solo queda cera

One love, puta, que hasta lo quise
Entre tú y yo me he llevao yo las cicatrices
Eres mi eclipse, aún me tienes triste
No he podío olvidarte ni follándome a 15

Pero yo no sé de na', de nada
Con un hash en la mano, pizza fría en la caja
Antes eran risas, ahora son rajas
Aún pienso en ti cuando me pego una paja

El demonio se ha teñido de morena
Con pecas en la cara, calavera
Si yo soy Palestina, vamos, dime qué queda
Me la chupabas conduciendo carretera

Paso por tu calle, pero ya no te recojo
Ya lo cantó Naske, supongo que estando roto
Porque todo gira around tu toto
No sé qué ha pasao, puta, me has dejao loco

Joder, pues claro que acabé cerrando puertas
Puse cuatro focos y la planta nació muerta
No te vi venir, eres peor que la secreta
Los dejas atrapaos que parece secta

No te vi venir, eres peor que la secreta
Los dejas atrapaos que parece secta

He subío las escaleras so down
Pa tumbarme te ha hecho falta medio round
Ahora me fumo las penas en papel de Raw
Seguro que me olvido, but not now

Mantequilla, butter, flow de azafata
Femme fatale pa'l que te cata
Cuando sale el sol, ¿dónde se esconden las ratas?
La del alba sería another chapter

Gasto, gasto, golpes menos violentos
No lo he invertido, tampoco he perdido el tiempo
Que sigo jodido pero, bitch, I'm fresco
No voy a decir que soy el mejor en esto

Música triste pa chicos tristes
Barras en la celda pa mis chicos libres
Dispárame con rifle, ni lo calibres
Me tienes reventao, como peleao con un tigre

Que le jodan a Etta James, no he vuelto a escucharla
Y no veas cómo le he pegao a la zarpa
Peor que la sirena, la esposa, la alarma
Te luce que flipas mi sangre en las bambas

808

I don't know what's out there, a mousetrap
At 3:00 in the morning, no one's waiting for me
When these parallel lines crossed
The candle has melted and now there's only wax left

One love, you whore, that I even wanted
Between you and me, I took the scars
You're my eclipse, you still have me sad
I haven't been able to forget you even after fucking 15

But I don't know anything, about anything
With a hash in my hand, cold pizza in the box
Before it was laughter, now it's cracks
I still think about you when I beat off

The devil has dyed his hair brunette
With freckles on his face, skull
If I'm Palestine, come on, tell me what's left
You sucked me off while driving on the highway

I pass by your street, but I don't pick you up anymore
Naske already sang it, I guess when he was broken
Because everything revolves around your ass
I don't know what happened, whore, you drove me crazy

Fuck, of course I ended up closing doors
I put four lights and the plant was stillborn
I didn't see you coming, you're worse than the secret service
You trap them so they look like a sect

I didn't see you coming, you're worse than the secret service
You trap them so they look like a sect

I climbed the stairs so down
To get you to give in it took half a round
Now I smoke my sorrows in Raw paper
I'm sure I'll forget, but not now

Butter, butter, stewardess flow
Femme fatale for whoever tastes you
When the sun comes up, where do the rats hide?
Dawn would be another chapter

I spend, I spend, less violent blows
I haven't invested it, nor have I wasted my time
I'm still fucked up but, bitch, I'm fresh
I'm not going to say I'm the best at this

Sad music for sad boys
Bars in the cell for my free boys
Shoot me with a rifle, don't even calibrate it
You have me broken, like a fight with a tiger

Fuck Etta James, I haven't listened to her again
And man, how I've hit the skins
Worse than the siren, the wife, the alarm
My blood looks great on your sneakers