Paroles et traduction C Mirazo - Tate Calao

Tate Calao

Nena dime que foi
Que carallo queres
Chave de Carballo nena
C Maldito

Non temos pistola
Pero sonan os disparos
Somos bos rapaces
Pero sempre nos liamos
Levo o peto cheo
Polo que necesitemos neno
Que carallo queres
Chave de Carballo

Sempre vou pola veira
Pa non meterme nun lio
Sachándolle na leira
A que se me poña no medio
Chejan os problemas ó barreiro
E miña vella ten unha escopeta
Jardada no baixo

Teño unha morea de cartos
No banco en suíza
Non levo nada pa España
Tou cheo de cobiza
Pajo o xusto en Alemania
Pa que no me crujan
E pa pajar un pouco menos
Vou ter outra filla

Neno non sei nin do que falo
Son un pouquiño aparvado
Xa mo dixo meu abuelo
Que é mellor estar calado
Porque non vale de nada
Pouco teñen os que falan
E solo con esta merda
Non teño a boca pechada

E ahora dime nena que carallo foi
Tuven que deixalo impreso nunha polaroid
Porque xa no me acordaba si era vaca ou boi
E solo me acordaba que era un aparvao

De tanto disparo
De tanto fundilo faro
De tanto poñer as largas
Sigo vivo e abraiado
De que teño demasiado
Véñenme podala viña
Porque está todo pagado

Non temos pistola
Pero sonan os disparos
Somos bos rapaces
Pero sempre nos liamos
Levo o peto cheo
Polo que necesitemos neno
Que carallo queres
Chave de Carballo

Non temos pistola
Pero sonan os disparos
Teño a conta chea
E xa teño todo pagado
Unha nena na casa
Xa pronto seremos catro
Demasiado carto
Pa ser tan pouco mirazo

Non temos pistola
Pero sonan os disparos
Somos bos rapaces
Pero sempre nos liamos
Levo o peto cheo
Polo que necesitemos neno
Que carallo queres
Chave de Carballo

Tate Calao

Baby tell me what the hell is this
What the hell do you want
Carballo's key baby
C Damn

We don't have a gun
But gunshots are heard
We are good guys
But we always get into trouble
My pocket is full
For whatever we might need, man
What the hell do you want
Carballo's key

I always walk on the edge
In order not to get into trouble
Hoeing in the field
Until someone gets in my way
Problems come to the mud
And my old lady has a shotgun
A shot in the bass

I have a lot of money
In a Swiss bank
I take nothing to Spain
I'm full of greed
I only pay what I have to in Germany
So I don't get ripped off
And to pay a little less
I'm going to have another daughter

Baby, I don't even know what I'm talking about
I'm a little slow
My grandfather told me so
That it's better to be quiet
Because it's no use
Those who talk have little
And only with this bullshit
My mouth isn't shut

And now tell me, baby, what the hell was that
I had to get it down on a Polaroid
Because I didn't remember if it was a cow or an ox
And all I could remember was that I was an idiot

From so many shots
From turning the headlight on so much
From turning on the high beams so much
I'm still alive and amazed
That I have too much
They come to prune my vineyard
Because it's all paid for

We don't have a gun
But gunshots are heard
We are good guys
But we always get into trouble
My pocket is full
For whatever we might need, man
What the hell do you want
Carballo's key

We don't have a gun
But gunshots are heard
My account is full
And I already have everything paid for
A girl in the house
Soon there will be four of us
Too much cash
For being so little

We don't have a gun
But gunshots are heard
We are good guys
But we always get into trouble
My pocket is full
For whatever we might need, man
What the hell do you want
Carballo's key