Paroles et traduction Los 2 Primos - La Fachosa

La Fachosa

Esta noche, platicamos
Te as portado como chucha
Y al pasarte conmigo de lanza
Me as perdio respeto y confianza
Me canse de buscarte la cara
Hace dias que te miro muy rarra
Mis latidos no me mienten
Van tres noches sin amarnos
No recuerdo el calor de tu cuerpo
Ni el sabor ni el calor de tus labios
No he dormido, espantastes mi sueno
Ando bien emputado y molesto
Y no mi amoooor
No estoy tonto me estas enganando
Trais otra mirada y lo labios inchados
El asiento del carro manchado
Y la misma cancion veinte veces me aburre
Y en la puerta marcada un zapato
La medida parese de vatooo...
"No hagan cosas buenas que parescan malas"
Chiquitita

Y hechele chingasos primos

No te quiero para exibirte
Ya pareces mi llavero
La que sepa querrerme, la quiero
Ni tampoco la busco PERFECTA
Yo soy vato sincero y sencillo
Y quiero una que tenga mi estilo
Tus opciones van pa bajo
Eres algo despreciable
Y a una vieja que trai tus defectos
En la calle le sobran pendejos
Que nomas llena el cielo de estrellas
Pero yo no soy de esos mi nena
Y que te pasaaa
Y ese corte de pelo, y de tinte que trais
Tu bien sabes que yo los detesto
Muy de falda cortita, y pupilas azules
Mejor me gustabas como antes
Te pareces a la lady "gaga"
Que panchos ay piratas te pasaaa

The Gossip

Tonight, we talk
You've been acting like a dog
And taking cheap shots at me
You've lost my respect and trust
I'm tired of trying to figure you out
You've been so strange lately
My instincts never lie
It's been three nights since we made love
I don't remember the warmth of your body
Or the taste or heat of your lips
I haven't slept, you've scared away my sleep
I'm so pissed and pissed off
And no my dear
I'm not stupid, you're cheating on me
You have a different look and your lips are swollen
The seat of the car is stained
And the same song bores me after the twentieth time
And there's a shoe at the door
It seems to be the size of a man...
"Don't do good deeds that seem bad"
Little one

And let's talk about it, cousins

I don't want to show you off
You're like my keychain
I want someone who will love me
And I don't want her to be PERFECT
I'm a sincere and simple guy
And I want someone who has my style
Your options are running out
You're a despicable thing
And a woman with your flaws
Will find plenty of losers on the street
Fill the sky with stars
But I'm not one of those guys, baby
What's wrong with you?
And that haircut, and the dye job you've got
You know I hate them
Very short skirt, and blue eyes
I liked you better the way you were
You look like 'lady gaga'
What the hell is going on with you?