Paroles et traduction Jimmy P, D-Ro & Jepe - Foge de Mim (Pt. II)

Foge de Mim (Pt. II)

Part II

Talvez seja prematuro
Mas quero falar contigo
Quando eu chegar da tour
Ela pergunta se eu tô mais maduro
Como é possível, quando às vezes
Nem eu próprio me aturo?
Entre nós eu ergui muros
Ela diz que eu não acerto na mulher
Eu passo a vida a dar tiros no escuro
Pedi mais uma chance e apesar das palavras
Colhi as cabras para viver uma vida de corno manso

Fiz tudo para me odiares
Eu disse para tu bazares para mudares de ares
E agora com arrependimento
Eu pergunto se é tarde
Ela diz que é tarde demais à muito tempo
Fria já nem se comove
E os problemas nem o sexo os resolve
Agora que ela foi eu fico com as mazelas
Tou sem tempo p'ra mim
Quanto mais tempo p'ra ela
Foda-se

I think she's gone, and she's gone away
I'm falling into pieces, when no words to say
I think she's gone, and she's gone away
I'm falling into pieces, when no words to say

(Jêpê)
Na altura eu pensei
Quanto mais boa ela é
Mais mau karma me traz
Quanto mais santa parece
Mais na cama me faz
Mas tu ficaste e provaste o contrário
Não no sexo, felizmente nisso eu não tava errado
Mais gemidos que palavras no catálogo
Mais discussões que conversas calmas no diálogo
Mais confusões sobre ciúmes sem fundamento
Que eu ligava o modo de avião p'ro que ias dizendo
Achei que era o melhor para nós
Burro, logo contigo tinhas um pouco de tudo
Rendi-me às minhas tendências e fiz de ti o meu 112
Já só te ligava em emergências

Argumentavas com voz de quem ama

Como quem anseia por chuva
Mas não sabe lidar com a lama
E eu aproveitei-me disso
Mas hoje ciente digo:
'Se queres ir, vai
Leva é o que vivemos contigo please'

I think she's gone, and she's gone away
I'm falling into pieces, when no words to say
I think she's gone, and she's gone away
I'm falling into pieces, when no words to say

Run Away from Me (Pt. II)

Part II

It may be premature
But I want to talk to you
When I get back from tour
She asks if I'm more mature
How is it possible, when sometimes
I can't even stand myself?
I built walls between us
She says I don't get it right in women
I spend my life shooting in the dark
I asked for one more chance and despite the words
I gathered the goats to live a life of a tame cuckold

I did everything to make you hate me
I told you to fuck off so you could change your ways
And now with regret
I ask if it's too late
She says it's been too late for a long time
She's cold and doesn't even get moved anymore
And problems can't even be solved by sex
Now that she's gone, I'm left with the flaws
I have no time for myself
How much more time for her
Fuck it

I think she's gone, and she's gone away
I'm falling into pieces, when no words to say
I think she's gone, and she's gone away
I'm falling into pieces, when no words to say

(Jêpê)
At the time, I thought
The nicer she is
The worse karma it brings me
The more saintly she seems
The more she makes me out to be in bed
But you stayed and proved me wrong
Not in sex, luckily in that I wasn't wrong
More moans than words in the catalog
More arguments than calm conversations in the dialogue
More confusion about unfounded jealousy
That I would turn on airplane mode for what you were saying
I thought it was the best for us
Stupid, with you right there I had a little bit of everything
I gave in to my tendencies and made you my 911
I only called you in emergencies

You argued in a voice of someone who loves

Like someone who yearns for the rain
But doesn't know how to deal with the mud
And I took advantage of that
But now I know
'If you want to go, go
Just take what we had with you please'

I think she's gone, and she's gone away
I'm falling into pieces, when no words to say
I think she's gone, and she's gone away
I'm falling into pieces, when no words to say