Paroles et traduction Kako M. - La del Culo

La del Culo

Siempre he buscado aquella chica culta, miope, que no vea mis defectos de lejos y que explote por mi culpa,
Si tengo una falta de gramática absurda, taciturna partinaire.

Creo que mi fallo fue que salí a buscarla a la disco con la papa y encontré a la Esteban pero en guapa,
Y se me declaró con un atentado a la sintaxis allí; La corregí y le dije que si.

Y fue con prisa, hablé con ella por whatsapp, tenía faltas de ortografía hasta en la risa...
Vaya muchacha, la Real Academia de la Lengua Española la persigue para matarla.

Traté de educarla pero estuvo una semana con la tabla del uno, no hay futuro,
Hay que quererla aunque sea de las que opina que la mejor enciclopedia es la que hace juego con las cortinas.

Para su hermosura expresar robé unos versos a Neruda, total, él no me va a zurrar y chico qué va... Es una choni, su mayor fantasía sexual el edredonning, pero homie,

Tiene un culo, que si lo hubiera visto Descartes en la disco, hoy se diría "Me empalmo, luego existo", qué culo,
Si hubiera visto Pablo Picasso esas curvas de vicio hubiera dejado el cubismo, lo juro.
Si lo ves sin nada puesto, ni la campana de Gauss, esto si que es perfecto y ella piensa que Dalí es un fichaje del Madrid, pero tiene una obra maestra ahí... Señor...

Científicos estudian su clonación,
Filósofos pierden la razón, yo un historiador suicida que investiga quién lo mordió antes que yo... Antes que yo... Antes que yo...

Siempre busqué esa chica casta, con clase, que decidió reservarse y que conmigo se le pase, ya está bien...
Que sea una santa en la calle con amigos,
Que solo sea puta conmigo

Y es que yo no sé bien por qué a mí me tocó esta mujer que no aprendió la palabra No, es puro júbilo, eso si, no te la calzas del tirón...
Antes has de preguntar ¿Quién es el último?

Nadie sabrá jamás con cuántos, ¿Cuántos?
Un misterio, su imen se estudia en Cuarto Milenio, compadre,
Para analizar mi sexualidad yo necesito un psicoanalista, ella un contable.

Siempre busqué aquella mujer que nunca hubiera roto un plato y esta es un portergheist, yo no sé...
Yo no sé cómo no echó a arder al ver la cruz en el altar, si ya... Si hijo, si, me casé...
Y na, que me echó, se lo llevó tó y con la cabina de mi estudio se hizo un vestidor y en el divorcio el juez me miró y me dijo
"Chico, ¿Estás seguro?
Es una mala mujer pero joder,¡Vaya culo!

Que si lo hubiera visto Platón, hubiera dicho "Mente sucia, cuerpo sano", ¿Qué no?

Menudo culo, esta vez si...
Esta vez si que Salomón lo hubiera partido en dos, señor, qué culo.
Si lo ves sin nada puesto, ni la campana de Gauss, esto si que es perfecto y ella piensa que Kafka es una marca de llantas, pero le darían un premio Nobel porque si, y ya está...
Y ya está...
Y ya está...
Y ya está...

The One with the Ass

I've always looked for that cultured girl, shortsighted, who can't see my flaws from afar and who explodes because of me,
If I have an absurd, taciturn, shared grammatical error.

I think my mistake was that I went out looking for her at the club with the boys, and I found a hot version of Belen Esteban,
And she declared her love for me with an attack on syntax right there; I corrected her and told her yes.

And it was in a hurry, I talked to her on WhatsApp, she had spelling mistakes even in her laugh...
What a girl, the Royal Spanish Academy is after her to kill her.

I tried to educate her but she spent a week on the multiplication table of one, there is no future,
You have to love her even if she's one of those who thinks the best encyclopedia is the one that matches the curtains.

To express her beauty I stole some verses from Neruda, anyway, he's not going to beat me up and man, come on... She's a choni, her biggest sexual fantasy is 'edredonning', but homie,

She has an ass, that if Descartes had seen it at the club, today he would say "I touch, therefore I am", what an ass,
If Pablo Picasso had seen those vicious curves, he would have given up cubism, I swear.
If you see it without anything on, not even the Gauss bell, this is what is perfect and she thinks Dalí is a Real Madrid signing, but she has a masterpiece there... Lord...

Scientists are studying her cloning,
Philosophers are losing their minds, me, a suicidal historian who investigates who bit it before me... Before me... Before me...

I've always looked for that chaste girl, with class, who decided to save herself and who will let go with me, enough is enough...
Let her be a saint on the street with friends,
Let her be a whore only with me.

And I don't know why I got this woman who didn't learn the word No, it's pure jubilation, yes, but you don't put it on right away...
First you have to ask, "Who's last?"

Nobody will ever know how many, how many?
A mystery, her hymen is studied in Cuarto Milenio, dude,
To analyze my sexuality I need a psychoanalyst, she needs an accountant.

I always looked for that woman who had never broken a plate and this one is a poltergeist, I don't know...
I don't know how she didn't burst into flames when she saw the cross on the altar, yes... Yes, son, yes, I got married...
And well, she kicked me out, took everything and made my studio booth into a dressing room and in the divorce the judge looked at me and said
"Boy, are you sure?
She's a bad woman but fuck, what an ass!

That if Plato had seen it, he would have said, "Dirty mind, healthy body," right?

What an ass, this time yes...
This time Solomon would have split it in two, sir, what an ass.
If you see it without anything on, not even the Gauss bell, this is what is perfect and she thinks Kafka is a brand of tires, but they would give her a Nobel Prize because yes, that's it...
That's it...
That's it...
That's it...