Paroles et traduction Dedé Santaklaus feat. Sara Guedes - Elba Ramalho

Elba Ramalho

Nossa
Que preguiça

Passado na afonso pena
De tarde
Eu nunca te vi
Boys
O sol ta rachando
Boys
To nem ouvindo o que cês fala

Eu já te matei mais de 150 vezes na minha cabeça
Depois que encheu o meu saco
Conversa de mais, cês nem me conhecem
Fala, fala, fala
Meu cabelo ta charme cês e chama de elba ramalho
Ta passando vergonha
Passando vergonha
Elba ramalho é mais foda que eu que ocês
Tudo
(Não, serio mesmo, nem precisa chamar doutor nem precisa fazer exame
Esses boys são tudo kids, fodas)

Boys
Passando na afonso pena ta de tarde e eu to cansado
Boys
Eu nunca te vi, ta olhando pra mim, fodas, fodas
Boys
O sol ta rachando e ocês conversando demais
Boys
Estou a passeio

Charme
To com as roupa da minha mãe memo
E dai?
To ouvindo suas merda man
E dai?
E cês num fala nada, suas ropa é feia, seu cabelo é feio
E eu nem te conheço
E eu num falo nada

To nem ai procês boys

Quando eu passo eu sei que cês comenta

Boys
Passando na afonso pena ta de tarde e eu to cansado
Boys
Eu nunca te vi, ta olhando pra mim, fodas, fodas
Boys
O sol ta rachando e ocês conversando demais
Boys
To nem ai man
Fodas fodas
Boys
Passando na afonso pena ta de tarde e eu to cansado
Boys
Eu nunca te vi, ta olhando pra mim, fodas, fodas
Boys
O sol ta rachando e ocês conversando demais
Boys
Conversa de mais man
Preguissa, nossa

Fodasse

Eu digo não fode não toque
Mentiras de bope comove
Eu to a caminho e tu note
O estrago que eu causo no choque é choque!
é choque!
Não fale
Não pode
Não toque
Não fode
Sonhei com as armas do bope
Andando na sete sem norte
Avisto um otario sem porte
Exibo o estrago sem cortes
Abusando da intimidade que não foi eu que te dei
Deu três motivos no caminho pra entrar nessa treta
E contei até três
(Me perguntam)
Sua mãe sabe o que você ta fazendo
Não dou satisfação já faz um tempo
Se o medo for dinheiro eu to perdendo
Gastando a minha vida no talento
No talento
No talento
Vocês falam demais
Encostam demais
é neurose demais
Vocês falam demais

Tiro
Tiro, tiro, tiro, tiro na minha cabeça
Tiro
Tiro, tiro, tiro, tiro e o sol ta rachando boys
Tiro
Tiro, tiro, tiro, tiro conversa demais
Tiro
Tiro, tiro
Fodas

Tiro, tiro, tiro, tiro na minha cabeça
Tiro
Tiro, tiro, o sol ta rachando boys
Tiro
Tiro, tiro, tiro, e ocês conversando de mais
Tiro
E ocês conversando de mais
Fodas

Elba Ramalho

Oh, my
I'm so lazy

Walking down Afonso Pena
In the afternoon
I've never seen you
Boys
The sun is blazing
Boys
I'm not even listening to what you're saying

I've already killed you over 150 times in my head
After you filled my sack
Too much talk, you don't even know me
Talk, talk, talk
My hair is charming, you call it Elba Ramalho
You're being embarrassed
Being embarrassed
Elba Ramalho is cooler than me and you
Everything
(No, really, you don't even need to call a doctor or get an exam
These boys are all kids, cool)

Boys
Walking down Afonso Pena, it's afternoon, and I'm tired
Boys
I've never seen you, you're looking at me, cool, cool
Boys
The sun is blazing, and you're talking too much
Boys
I'm on a stroll

Charming
I'm wearing my mom's clothes, so what?
So what?
I'm listening to your crap, man
So what?
And you don't say anything, your clothes are ugly, your hair is ugly
And I don't even know you
And I don't say anything

I don't care about you boys

When I walk by, I know you comment

Boys
Walking down Afonso Pena, it's afternoon, and I'm tired
Boys
I've never seen you, you're looking at me, cool, cool
Boys
The sun is blazing, and you're talking too much
Boys
I don't care, man
Cool, cool
Boys
Walking down Afonso Pena, it's afternoon, and I'm tired
Boys
I've never seen you, you're looking at me, cool, cool
Boys
The sun is blazing, and you're talking too much
Boys
Too much talk, man
Lazy, oh, my

Screw it

I say don't mess with me, don't touch me
Lies from BOPE move me
I'm on my way, and you notice
The damage I cause in the shock is shock!
It's shock!
Don't talk
You can't
Don't touch
Don't mess with me
I dreamt of the BOPE weapons
Walking on the seven without a compass
I see a sucker without a permit
I show the damage without cuts
Abusing the intimacy that I didn't give you
He gave me three reasons on the way to get into this mess
And I counted to three
(They ask me)
Does your mom know what you're doing
I haven't been giving explanations for a while
If fear were money, I'd be losing
Spending my life on talent
On talent
On talent
You guys talk too much
You touch too much
It's too much neurosis
You guys talk too much

Shot
Shot, shot, shot, shot in my head
Shot
Shot, shot, shot, shot, and the sun is blazing, boys
Shot
Shot, shot, shot, shot, you're talking too much
Shot
Shot, shot
Cool

Shot, shot, shot, shot in my head
Shot
Shot, shot, the sun is blazing, boys
Shot
Shot, shot, shot, and you're talking too much
Shot
And you're talking too much
Cool