Paroles et traduction Jotandjota - Para Ya

Para Ya

Tias con veinticinco en el mundo de la noche,
Follándose a futbolistas que salen en la tele y conoces,
Una me contó que se montó con uno en el coche,
Se la tocó y se corrió un Audi y orgasmos precoces,
Para ya de mirar lo de fuera "Mujeres y hombres" en la tele,
Educando de "buena manera" ¿dónde está la paz?
Ni rastro de ella en el espacio,
Hay cosas que no llegan,
El Oscar de Di Caprio,
Yo no sé de Dior ni de Armani, sé de ir a casa,
Como el Lobo de Wall Street entrando en el Ferrari,
Y tú no sabes nada, así que para
¿Qué coño va a explicarme una tía que copia los tattoos de Rihanna?
Puta sociedad calcada os odio a pulso, no vas a votar,
¿Y hablas de política intruso?
¿Otra vez vas a sacar ese disco difuso?
Como Lisa y Bart nueva temporá y nunca pasan de curso.

¡Para ya! ¡Para ya!
Hazme caso, no sigas más

Para de salir tirando billetes al vuelo,
Si luego no sacas en el clip,
Cuando los recoges del suelo,
¡Para! tu desconfianza es veneno,
Tienes harto a tu chico contando los condones,
Por si quedan menos.
Para, que me bajo de este mundo rápido,
En Starbucks no importa el café,
Solo lucir el Macintosh,
Donde los tíos se miden sumando tías que se han follao,
Y las tías se callan pa' que no hablen los machistas frustraos,
Renueva tu cabeza y no tus modelitos,
Si odias a tu novia por no ser el primero, en ponerla a perrito, un clásico que no lleva a nada,
Y sucede como que después te deja,
Y te tiras to lo que se mueve,
Yo me comprometo a contar lo que es cierto,
A ti te la suda engañando a tus fans inexpertos,
Te digo que he vivio despedidas en aeropuertos,
Que se follan en sentimiento tus frases para levantar conciertos.

¡Para ya! ¡Para ya!
Hazme caso, no sigas más

Stop It

Chicks who are twenty-five in the nightlife world,
Fucking football players who go on TV and you know,
One told me that she hooked up with one in a car,
He fingered her and she came an Audi and premature orgasms,
Stop watching "Women and Men" on TV,
Educating in a "good way" where is the peace?
No trace of it in space,
There are things that don't arrive,
DiCaprio's Oscar,
I don't know about Dior or Armani, I know about going home,
Like the Wolf of Wall Street getting into the Ferrari,
And you don't know anything, so stop
What the hell is a chick who copies Rihanna's tattoos going to explain to me?
Fucking society copied I hate you by heart, you're not going to vote,
Are you talking about intrusive politics?
Are you going to take out that fuzzy album again?
As Lisa and Bart, a new season and they never pass the course.

Stop it! Stop it!
Listen to me, don't go on anymore

Stop throwing money in the air,
If then you don't take it out in the clip,
When you pick them up from the floor,
Stop! your distrust is poison,
You are fed up with your boyfriend counting the condoms,
In case there are less.
Stop, I'm getting out of this world fast,
In Starbucks coffee does not matter,
Just show off the Macintosh,
Where guys measure themselves by adding up the chicks they've fucked,
And the chicks shut up so that the frustrated machistas don't talk,
Renew your head not your outfits,
If you hate your girlfriend for not being the first, to put her in doggy style, a classic that doesn't lead to anything,
And it happens like that then she leaves you,
And you throw yourself at everything that moves,
I am committed to telling the truth,
You give a fuck about deceiving your inexperienced fans,
I tell you I've lived farewells at airports,
That they fuck your feelings in sentence to get concerts up.

Stop it! Stop it!
Listen to me, don't go on anymore