Paroles et traduction H.Roto - Ambición

Ambición

Si todo lo que escribí no sirvió de nada
Solo pienso en el futuro eso me está matando
Antes volaba una cometa, con eso bastaba
No sé lo que paso, hoy salimos más caros
Andando por el centro dueños de miradas
Con la evilla por fuera del polo
El taxímetro sube, dime donde vamos
Disfruta del paisaje, esto cuesta oro
Yo y mis ganas de comerme el mundo
A fuuego, aunque caiga en el intento
Mucho tiempo observando sus fallos
No puedo pecar en lo mismo que ellos
Ver oir y callar, tantos no lo hicieron
Pagaron el precio, no estuve allí,
Lo juro gánate el ascenso
Gato encerrado, la ciudad en silencio
(MC is my ambition)
(MC is my ambition)
(MC is my ambition)
(MC is my ambition)(MC is my ambition)
Yo ya cambié de preguntas, noté ilusiones
Detrásde la hoja había mas
Escucho clásicos siendo vanguardia
Para los que se criaron fuera del portal
Te quiere, no te quiere, último pétalo
Pierdes la cuenta, debes volver a empezar
Porque cambiar la bombilla, sé que parpadea
Pero cogí cariño a esa pequeña oscuridad
Cuando sale a la luz, lo bueno se cuestiona
Bajaros de la rama y aceptar la realidad
No lo consuguieron, te dirán que no podrás
Vas a creerles, haz lo que debas
En la esquina, mi quinta, cambia ambición por droga
Pierden la cabeza por un par de piernas
Hermano, la calle no perdona
Si no sales a buscarlo el pan no llegará a tu puerta
(MC is my ambition)
Mi ambición al paraíso o la ruina
Llevame donde quieras, pero no me olvides nunca
Dae fuerzas para seguir hacia arriba
Matén vivo mi deseo, yo me encargaré de que se cumpla
Mi ambición mi fortuna,
Mi habitación una sauna
Báilame salsa desnuda
Si las palabras sobraban
O eso chillaba tu blusa,
Mientras contaban estrellas, nos convertinos en una
Rulando mierda, dándome un baño de espuma
El espejo empañado por el vapor de mis dudas
Mil perfumes y del suyo se acuerdas
Salir de esta selva,
Bebiendo amarula
Vivir rápido, morir jóven
Dejar mi hulla con la música
Mi música, en las alturas
Mis manos en tu cintura
El que no corre, vuela
Mi generación suicida
(MC is my ambition)

Ambition

If all I wrote was for nothing
I only think about the future, it's killing me
Before I flew a kite, that was enough
I don't know what happened, today we are more expensive
Walking through the center, owning glances
With the evil outside of the polo
The taximeter goes up, tell me where we're going
Enjoy the scenery, this is worth gold
Me and my desire to eat the world
On fire, even if I fall in the attempt
A long time observing their mistakes
I can't sin in the same way as they did
To see, hear, and keep quiet, so many didn't do it
They paid the price, I wasn't there,
I swear you'll earn the promotion
A locked cat, the city in silence
(MC is my ambition)
(MC is my ambition)
(MC is my ambition)
(MC is my ambition)(MC is my ambition)
I already changed the questions, I noticed illusions
There was more behind the page
I listen to classics while being avant-garde
For those who were raised outside the portal
He loves you, he doesn't love you, last petal
You lose count, you must start over
Why change the light bulb, I know it's flashing
But I took a liking to that little darkness
When it comes to light, the good is questioned
Get off the branch and accept reality
They didn't get it, they'll tell you you can't
You're going to believe them, do what you must
In the corner, my fifth, exchange ambition for drugs
They lose their minds over a pair of legs
Brother, the streets don't forgive
If you don't go out and look for it, bread won't come to your door
(MC is my ambition)
My ambition to paradise or ruin
Take me wherever you want, but never forget me
Give me strength to keep going up
Keep my desire alive, I'll make sure it's fulfilled
My ambition, my fortune,
My room, a sauna
Dance salsa with me naked
If words were not enough
Or so your blouse screamed,
While they were counting stars, we became one
Rolling in the dirt, taking a bubble bath
The mirror is fogged up by the steam of my doubts
A thousand perfumes and you remember hers
Get out of this jungle,
Drinking Amarula
Live fast, die young
Leave my mark with music
My music, up high
My hands on your waist
He who does not run, flies
My suicidal generation
(MC is my ambition)