Paroles et traduction Charles Ans - Nada Es Distinto (Remix)

Nada Es Distinto (Remix)

Son las mismas tardes del parque
Smoking weed y caguamas en balde
Estoy rodeado del humo y sus bailes
Para volver nunca es demasiado tarde
Son las mismas tardes del parque
Smoking weed y caguamas en balde
Estoy rodeado del humo y sus bailes
Para volver nunca es demasiado tarde
Así me paso mis días mis noches
Soy mas de escribir que de algún deporte
A veces fumo a solas sin esperar que lo notes
Otras me pierdo al abismo de tu escote
Hasta entonces hoy solo busco arte
Tengo mi café y poesía para darte
No cargo un peso ni nada que regalarte
Pero hasta la fecha no eh pensado en dejarte
Y estoy lejos de estar en forma y de mi pasado solo soy la sombra
Al menos para ti eso no importa
Hoy en día cuido lo que sale de mi boca
Y cuantas locas
Aun me recuerdas
Contando por ahí historias que no son nuestras
Ya me toco ganar y perder la apuesta y se de algunos allá afuera que me detestan
No soy de protestas pero vivo libre
Creo en la revolución y el oído sensible
Soy de esos que están bien cuando escriben
Y creo que la vida no es pa vivirla triste
Pregúntenle a mis viejos
Ellos me han visto estar ebrio en el parque
Y rapear por instinto
Perdí la cabeza con botellas de pisto
Pero cuantos ante mi perdieron el invicto
Nada es distinto y hasta la fecha
Solo son resacas y su olor en mi cabeza
Nada es distinto y hasta la fecha
Solo son resacas y su olor en mi cabeza
Nada es distinto y hasta la fecha
Solo son resacas y su olor en mi cabeza
Son las mismas tardes del parque
Smoking weed y caguamas en balde
Estoy rodeado del humo y sus bailes
Para volver nunca es demasiado tarde
Son las mismas tardes del parque
Smoking weed y caguamas en balde
Estoy rodeado del humo y sus bailes
Para volver nunca es demasiado tarde
Un trago mas es un trago menos
Lo normal, despertar y echarla de menos
Un trago mas es un trago menos
Lo normal, despertar y echarla de menos
Y salgo a buscar tu aroma mujer
Soy uno mas que duerme a tus pies
Me levante y solo faltaban 10
Pa las 4 20, volverte a ver
Y salgo a buscar tu aroma mujer
Soy uno mas que duerme a tus pies
Me levante y solo faltaban 10
Pa las 4 20, volverte a ver

Nothing Is Different (Remix)

These are the same park afternoons,
Smoking weed and beers in buckets.
I'm surrounded by the smoke and its dances,
It's never too late to return.
These are the same park afternoons,
Smoking weed and beers in buckets.
I'm surrounded by the smoke and its dances,
It's never too late to return.
This is how I spend my days and nights,
I'm more into writing than any sport.
Sometimes I smoke alone without expecting you to notice,
Other times I lose myself in the abyss of your neckline.
Until then, today I only seek art,
I have my coffee and poetry to give you.
I don't carry a peso or anything to gift you,
But to this day, I haven't thought about leaving you.
And I'm far from being in shape, and of my past, I'm just a shadow,
At least for you, that doesn't matter.
Today I watch what comes out of my mouth,
And how many crazy girls
Still remember me,
Telling stories out there that aren't ours.
I've had to win and lose the bet, and I know some out there who hate me.
I'm not one for protests, but I live free,
I believe in revolution and the sensitive ear.
I'm one of those who are okay when they write,
And I believe that life is not meant to be lived sadly.
Ask my parents,
They've seen me drunk in the park,
And rapping by instinct.
I lost my head with bottles of liquor,
But how many before me lost their undefeated streak?
Nothing is different, and to this day,
It's just hangovers and their smell in my head.
Nothing is different, and to this day,
It's just hangovers and their smell in my head.
Nothing is different, and to this day,
It's just hangovers and their smell in my head.
These are the same park afternoons,
Smoking weed and beers in buckets.
I'm surrounded by the smoke and its dances,
It's never too late to return.
These are the same park afternoons,
Smoking weed and beers in buckets.
I'm surrounded by the smoke and its dances,
It's never too late to return.
One more drink is one less drink,
The usual, waking up and missing her.
One more drink is one less drink,
The usual, waking up and missing her.
And I go out looking for your scent, woman,
I'm just one more who sleeps at your feet.
I woke up and there were only 10 left,
Until 4:20, to see you again.
And I go out looking for your scent, woman,
I'm just one more who sleeps at your feet.
I woke up and there were only 10 left,
Until 4:20, to see you again.