Paroles et traduction Bobi Bozman - Mierda

Mierda

Era mi historia y en mi historia Era otro entonces
Era la gloria de escuchar cassettes dobles
Era la mamada la canción de latín lingo
Y era sábado cuando salía y llegaba el domingo

Era mi mujer y se me fue
Era mi amuleto de la suerte y no sé dónde lo deje
Eran mis amigos y crecieron
Eran los que estaban casi diario y luego desaparecieron

Era mi esperanza pero estaba lejos
Era un chamaco con un sueño pero actuaba a lo pendejo
Era la alegría de mi abuela Lupe es cierto
Y después de sus 90 la llamo san Pedro, Por eso

Si entonces era solo un vato con suerte
Y la suerte no existe dime entonces que fui
Porque es difícil el volver a escribir algún hit
Si en el pasado cada letra funcionó para mí

Y yo estaba seguro que era mi destino
Llamaba karma al enemigo que deje en el piso
Rompí los platos y jamás deje que nadie los cobrara
Y los envases de cerveza se me
Acumulaban

Era mi era y digo era porque ya no es
El tiempo cobra su factura y hoy soy lo que veZ
Pero si acercas tus oídos a mi cuerpo muerto
Hay una base de boom bap en este viejo pecho

Era tan fácil porque nada me importaba
Era la verdad cada mentira que contaba
Era la persona más feliz y no lloraba
Y era flaco y no engordaba por más que tragaba

Era una clave con las manos para varios vagos
Éra mi clika y era parte de un legado
Era camarada y me invitó a tocar
Era un mentado café iguana mi primer lugar

Era un novato y escribi canciones
Era la moda para un chingo de cabronas y cabrones
Era ese concurso de los 25 mil
Y era el premio que a mí casa me lleve a dormir

Era un pendejo que le dijo que no
Y dice que Era mi amigo el que después me traicionó
Era el mejor y la soberbia me llevo
A terminar por decir era a lo que se que ya no soy

Crap

It was my story and in my story I was someone else
It was the glory of listening to double cassettes
It was the blowjob to the Latin lingo song
And it was Saturday when I went out and Sunday came

She was my wife and she left me
She was my lucky charm and I don't know where I left it
They were my friends and they grew up
They were the ones who were there almost every day and then they disappeared

It was my hope but it was far away
He was a kid with a dream but he was acting stupid
It was my grandmother Lupe's joy, it's true
And after her 90th I call her St. Peter, that's why

If then I was just a lucky guy
And luck doesn't exist tell me then who was I
Because it's hard to write another hit
If in the past every letter worked for me

And I was sure that it was my destiny
I called karma to the enemy I left on the floor
I broke the dishes and never let anyone charge them
And the beer cans
Accumulated

It was my era and I say it was because it's not anymore
Time takes its toll and today I am what you see
But if you put your ears close to my dead body
There's a boom bap beat in this old chest

It was so easy because I didn't care about anything
It was true every lie I told
She was the happiest person and didn't cry
And she was skinny and didn't get fat no matter how much she ate

It was a code with the hands for several bums
It was my clique and it was part of a legacy
It was a comrade and invited me to play
He was a guy named café iguana my first place

He was a rookie and wrote songs
It was the fashion for a bunch of assholes
It was that contest of the 25 thousand
And it was the prize that I took home to sleep

It was an asshole who said no
And he says that it was my friend who later betrayed me
It was the best and the arrogance took me
To end up by saying I used to be what I know I'm not anymore