Paroles et traduction Lildami feat. Flashy Ice Cream & Enry-K - Collin' el Blat

Collin' el Blat

Estava tancat a la gàbia i ara em sento viu,
Estem cuinant la pasta i patates al caliu,
Si estic amb la meva colla b em sento viu,
Em sento viu, em sento viu.

Estic menjant festucs i bevent-me una Moritz,
Tinc el cel•lular cremat, calma la teva shawty,
Noi, ara tallo el turró,
Mesclo ron-cola al porró,
Estic al top amunt, us veig des de dalt del meu turó.
Cinturó és de doble o (Salvatore Ferragamo),
Porto pana al pantaló,
Me'l treu aquella noia per buscar-me el canaló,
El meu cuiner particular és un dels germans Roca,
Ho sento, sóc molt català, sóc més de calçots que de coca,
10 VOS GUARD a l'entrar, perquè sempre arribo tard,
Mira com faig créixer els diners,
Després tallo i cullo el blat,
Fuck New Era, calço boina,
Enric posa la instrumental,
El teu sou per mi és almoina,
Estic al lloc on vols estar.

Estava tancat a la gàbia i ara em sento viu,
Estem cuinant la pasta i patates al caliu,
Si estic amb la meva colla b em sento viu,
Em sento viu, em sento viu.

Nena, avui és divendres, faves tendres,
A casa de la iaia, trobar-te el dinar a taula,
Ye, ye, nena vine a casa,
Uep, uep, polvo i migdiada.
El seu cul es mou com un puto percutor,
La Traphouse, la masia; l'Audi, el meu tractor.
Puta, estic al bloc,
Estem collin' el blat,
Cordant-me el cinturó, em tiren per el Whats.
Nena, ja arriba la tarda, buidant la doble malta,
Podria estar amb la Marta, però sol estic millor.
Baixant de la font del trap, comprem birres a l'Esclat,
Baixant de la font del trap, les bevem i entrem al club.

Estava tancat a la gàbia i ara em sento viu,
Estem cuinant la pasta i patates al caliu,
Si estic amb la meva colla b em sento viu,
Em sento viu, em sento viu.

Porto Jordans com esclops,
Canvio 'raris per tractors,
Cuinant caldo ben gustós,
Si disparo, vaig a l'os,
Planto a terra la llavor, per poder fer-me d'or,
El nostre estil sona millor...
Estic mirant l'Estrella Damm i al meu costat la Clara,
M'ha dit a cau d'orella que em vol donar queixalada,
La porto a prop del mar, amb vistes a Costa Brava,
Però ella vol Menorca i provar-me l'ensaïmada.
La meva colla amunt, com els putos castellers,
Estem guardant dins de la caixa, baby, molts calers,
Canto com americà però amb estil de pagès,
Estem baking el pastís, Flashy som els bons forners.

Estava tancat a la gàbia i ara em sento viu,
Estem cuinant la pasta i patates al caliu,
Si estic amb la meva colla b em sento viu,
Em sento viu, em sento viu.

Reaping the Wheat

I was locked in a cage, and now I feel alive,
We're cooking pasta and potatoes over the fire,
When I'm with my crew, I feel alive,
I feel alive, I feel alive.

I'm eating pistachios and drinking a Moritz,
My phone's blowing up, calm down your shawty,
Boy, now I'm cutting the turrón,
Mixing rum and cola in the porrón,
I'm at the top, I see you from the top of my hill.
My belt is double O (Salvatore Ferragamo),
I wear corduroy pants,
That girl takes them off to find my sausage,
My personal chef is one of the Roca brothers,
Sorry, I'm very Catalan, I'm more into calçots than coca,
10 VOS GUARD at the entrance, because I'm always late,
Look how I make money grow,
Then I cut and harvest the wheat,
Fuck New Era, I wear a beret,
Enric put on the instrumental,
Your salary is like alms to me,
I'm in the place where you want to be.

I was locked in a cage, and now I feel alive,
We're cooking pasta and potatoes over the fire,
When I'm with my crew, I feel alive,
I feel alive, I feel alive.

Baby, today is Friday, tender beans,
At grandma's house, finding lunch on the table,
Ye, ye, baby come home,
Uep, uep, sex and a nap.
Her ass moves like a fucking jackhammer,
The Traphouse, the farmhouse; the Audi, my tractor.
Bitch, I'm in the block,
We're reaping the wheat,
Tightening my belt, they're throwing themselves at me on Whats.
Baby, the afternoon is coming, emptying the double malt,
I could be with Marta, but I'm better off alone.
Coming down from the trap fountain, we buy beers at Esclat,
Coming down from the trap fountain, we drink them and enter the club.

I was locked in a cage, and now I feel alive,
We're cooking pasta and potatoes over the fire,
When I'm with my crew, I feel alive,
I feel alive, I feel alive.

I wear Jordans like clogs,
I trade 'raris for tractors,
Cooking delicious broth,
If I shoot, I go for the bone,
I plant the seed in the ground, to be able to make myself gold,
Our style sounds better...
I'm looking at the Estrella Damm and Clara next to me,
She whispered in my ear that she wants to give me a bite,
I take her near the sea, with views of the Costa Brava,
But she wants Menorca and to try my ensaimada.
My crew is up, like the fucking castellers,
We're keeping a lot of money in the box, baby,
I sing like an American but with a peasant style,
We're baking the cake, Flashy, we're the good bakers.

I was locked in a cage, and now I feel alive,
We're cooking pasta and potatoes over the fire,
When I'm with my crew, I feel alive,
I feel alive, I feel alive.