Paroles et traduction Bruno Grasso feat. Zaque & Fancy Freak - La Luna Llena

La Luna Llena

(Para una minoría hedonista
Es formidable la mitología de una cuidad
Donde todo esta al servicio de la noche infatigable, ubicua)
¡Ya es de noche wey!
Ponte un beat de Pedro Pe
Hay que beber
Hay que fumar
Hay que bailar
Y seguir viviendo
Ya es de noche wey el cielo negro
La luna llena son las 12 pity saca el toque
Que el Chuy lo prenda; prende y tose: "wey es de la buena"
Me dice y quema. Mientras Kevin ven ponte esos temas
Traete esas chelas
Ya es de noche wey la luna llena
Cuatro malandros en un coche van fumando hierba
Mientras el Chuy me pasa el toque Kevin pone a Redman
Con gafas negras y una Kloster Pity va hecho verga
Tenemos quina y media lista para armar la merca
Las gafas puestas, alertas, pendientes de sirenas y torretas
Patrullas y retenes nos la pelan
Si alguno nos detiene Kevin sabe santo y seña
Llegamos sin problemas
En la CP siempre hay fiesta y venta
Bolsas de setenta monas y hasta venden piedra
La banda llega, compra y se queda a echar la chela
Nadie se acerca
Tachito siempre anda en la puerta wey contando feria
El Cruz adentro nos espera
Trae un blunt y medio en la cartera
Caguamas pa la peda
La madrugada negra
Las calles están quietas somos lo único que queda
Ya es de noche wey el cielo negro
La luna llena. Son las 12 pity saca el toque
Que el chuy lo prenda; prende y tose "wey es de la buena"
Me dice y quema. Mientras Kevin ven ponte esos temas
Traete esas chelas
Ya es de noche wey el cielo negro
Ya muchas lunas han pasado desde aquellos tiempos
Todo se ha vuelto complicado demasiados pleitos
Ya nada es como en el pasado pero lo comprendo
Hoy casi no veo a esos malandros me alejado de ellos
Tantos excesos afectaron mi vida y mis textos
Tuve que seguir caminando y arreglar mis pedos
Gracias a eso es que rapeo y lo hago súper cerdo
Me quedo con recuerdos y consejos
Noches de plática y festejos
Sueños música y whisky con hielos
Buscando el cielo
Andaba pedo, algo pacheco y con los labios secos
El Pity riendo, el Chuy forjando y Kevin sigue puesto
El tiempo escapa entre pedas y amigos
Volteo y miro mi camino, ya varios se han ido
Entiendo que todo se acaba, todo cumple un ciclo
Aprendo y sigo; procuro disfrutar de lo que vivo
Procuro mantenerme siempre al tiro
Bebiendo con los míos hasta que se acabe el vino
¿Qué importan los motivos?
¿La vida o el destino?
Yo soy un tipo listo y de la noche un protegido
Ya es de noche wey el cielo negro... la luna llena
Ya es de noche wey el cielo negro... la luna llena
Ya es de noche wey el cielo negro... la luna llena
Ya es de noche wey el cielo negro... ¡la luna llena!
(Me verás volar)

The Full Moon

(For a hedonistic minority
The mythology of a city is formidable,
Where everything is at the service of the restless, omnipresent night)
It's nightfall, my friend!
Put on a beat by Pedro Pe
We have to drink,
We have to smoke,
We have to dance,
And keep living.
It's nightfall, my friend, the sky is black,
The full moon is at midnight, Pity, bring out the joint,
Chuy lights it; lights it and coughs: "man, this is good stuff,"
He says and smokes. While Kevin, come on and put on those songs.
Bring those beers.
It's nightfall, my friend, the full moon.
Four scoundrels in a car, smoking weed.
While Chuy passes me the joint, Kevin puts on Redman.
With sunglasses and a Kloster, Pity looks fly,
We have half a kilo ready to set up the sale
Sunglasses on, alert, aware of sirens and roadblocks.
Patrol cars and checkpoints don't bother us.
If someone stops us, Kevin knows the codes and passwords.
We arrive without problems
There's always a party and sales in CP.
Bags of seventy grams and they even sell crack.
The gang arrives, buys, and stays to drink beer.
No one comes near.
Tachito is always at the door counting money, man.
Cruz is waiting for us inside.
He has a blunt and a half in his wallet
Caguamas for the party,
The black night.
The streets are quiet and we're the only ones left.
It's nightfall, my friend, the sky is black.
The full moon. It's midnight, Pity, bring out the joint,
Chuy lights it; lights it and coughs "man, this is good stuff,"
He says and smokes. While Kevin, come on and put on those songs.
Bring those beers.
It's nightfall, my friend, the sky is black.
Many moons have passed since those days
Everything has become complicated, too many fights
Nothing is like it was in the past, but I understand
Today I hardly see those scoundrels, I've distanced myself from them
So many excesses affected my life and my lyrics
I had to keep walking and fix my problems
Thanks to that, I rap and I do it super dirty
I stay with memories and advice
Nights of conversation and celebration
Dreams, music, and whiskey with ice
Searching for heaven
I was drunk, a bit stoned, and with dry lips
Pity laughing, Chuy forging, and Kevin still high
Time slips away between parties and friends
I look back and see my path, many have already left
I understand that everything ends, everything completes a cycle
I learn and keep going; I try to enjoy what I have
I try to stay always on the lookout,
Drinking with my people until the wine runs out.
What do the reasons matter?
Life or destiny?
I am a clever guy, and protected by the night.
It's nightfall, my friend, the sky is black... the full moon.
It's nightfall, my friend, the sky is black... the full moon.
It's nightfall, my friend, the sky is black... the full moon.
It's nightfall, my friend, the sky is black... the full moon!
(You'll see me fly)