Paroles et traduction Lildami - Tirant lo blanc

Tirant lo blanc

Jo no se beef no parlo eso, no tinc temps per parides
Vols acabar la meva vida abans acaba l′eso
Saben si pujo a la tarima em dóna igual tot lo demes
Toco igual de bé per dos persones o dos-cents

Jo sóc Dami, i tu qui ets?
Un altre mes? un altre buscant el bistec
Però ja està massa fet
Tinc la paella pel mango
A tots els haters llamando

"Dami lo estás controlando"
Jo ja sabia que era bo abans que ho digués tothom
Jo ja sabia que era bo abans d'aquells quatre rumors
Estic cuinant pollastre a l′as no els trobaràs al meu nas
Conan resolen el cas
Apilem cash en el cabàs

Jo no sé literatura
Però t'estic Tirant lo blanc a la cara i des de l'altura
Ice a la chain, per què tinc el cor fred com el gel
Malsons al meu cap dormi a casa o en un hotel

Hi ha gent que diu que això del trap no es
Música, que sortir amb unes bases a l′escenari
Això no és música sinó que això
Es una altra cosa, això és un karaoke
Bueno, és la seva opinió i entenc que s′ha de respectar però
No tenen ni puta idea

Tinc mil coses al meu cap no en vull cap més
Ja tinc molts problemes no me'n donis més
Faig el que cal i no els calers
Ei no faig cap paper, vaig total dia rere els papers

Vens per mi? et toca espera a la cola
L′educacio, me la va donar la música i no l'escola
En serio, no és conya
Abans no feia bona lletra ara les meves lletres emocionen

Segut a la taula, rodejat dels meus germans
Si per cobdícia mes d′un em va trair
Em tenen enveja per què vinc d'abaix
Perquè sóc humil, i la veritat no xerro la mitat

Tinc als ateus tirant-me beef
Als romans tirant-me beef
La satisfacció, de fer el que vull per què tinc el poble amb mi
Per tu fingia em sabia els temes de Txarango
Per tu hagués matat un exèrcit com Rambo

Et sents imparabla fent aquestes cançons?
No em sento imparabla per les meves cançons si no per
Lo que signifiquen per alguna gent les meves cançons
I és lo que et fa sentir
El que dèiem abans, llevar-te i dir, uau em sento agraït

Sé que no li agrado al teu pare
Però noia estem fets l′un per l'altre
Serem Bonnie and Clyde
La pasma a darrere, en carrera disparant per la finestra a 140

Jo mai m'he cregut ningú un maleducao ben educao
Meva boca escupe llamas el meu cor és un iglú
Jo mai he sigut violento el chico flaco sempre humil
Em semblava anava ràpid però ara ho veig tot massa lento

No compito no estic en carrera
Però he deixat les teves mitges plenes de carreres
La teva foto a la meva cartera sense
Frens en contradirecció diuen: "Dami acelera"

Ara tinc un disc per treure gravo tota la setmana
A mi no me censura nadie hago lo que me viene en gana
Amb les frases que em sobren em trec el temazo de l′any, pussy

Tirant lo Blanc (The White Knight)

I don't do beef, I don't talk about that, I don't have time for nonsense
You want to end my life before you finish high school
They know if I go up on stage, I don't care about anything else
I play just as well for two people or two hundred

I'm Dami, and who are you?
Another one? Another one looking for the steak
But it's already overcooked
I have the pan by the handle
Calling all the haters

"Dami, you're controlling it"
I already knew I was good before everyone said it
I already knew I was good before those four rumors
I'm cooking chicken ace, you won't find them on my nose
Conan solves the case
We pile up cash in the basket

I don't know literature
But I'm throwing Tirant lo Blanc (The White Knight) in your face from the heights
Ice on the chain, why is my heart as cold as ice
Nightmares in my head, whether I sleep at home or in a hotel

There are people who say that this trap thing isn't
Music, that going out with some bases on stage
This isn't music, but this
Is something else, this is karaoke
Well, it's their opinion and I understand that it has to be respected but
They have no fucking idea

I have a thousand things on my mind, I don't want any more
I already have a lot of problems, don't give me any more
I do what it takes and not the money
Hey, I don't play any role, I go totally day after day

You coming for me? You have to wait in line
Music gave me education, not school
Seriously, it's no joke
I didn't write good lyrics before, now my lyrics move people

Sitting at the table, surrounded by my brothers
If more than one betrayed me out of greed
They envy me because I come from below
Because I am humble, and the truth is I don't talk half

I have atheists throwing me beef
Romans throwing me beef
The satisfaction of doing what I want because I have the people with me
For you I pretended I knew Txarango's songs
For you I would have killed an army like Rambo

Do you feel unstoppable making these songs?
I don't feel unstoppable because of my songs, but because of
What my songs mean to some people
And it's what makes you feel
What we were saying before, waking up and saying, wow, I feel grateful

I know your father doesn't like me
But girl, we're made for each other
We'll be Bonnie and Clyde
The cops behind, racing, shooting out the window at 140

I've never thought I was anyone, a well-educated rude boy
My mouth spits flames, my heart is an igloo
I've never been violent, the skinny boy always humble
I thought I was going fast, but now I see everything too slow

I don't compete, I'm not in a race
But I've left your stockings full of races
Your photo in my wallet without
Brakes in the opposite direction they say: "Dami accelerate"

Now I have an album to release, I record all week
Nobody censors me, I do what I want
With the phrases I have left over, I take out the hit of the year, pussy