Paroles et traduction Recycled J - Triste Balada

Triste Balada

Triste balada balada, una patada al amor
Triste balada en mi carta posdata rencor
Voy sin pancarta, solo con drama por medio millon
Sin mini falda con mi rockcanroll
Triste balada balada balada
Espina clavada, fuera de mi cama
Las 3: 40 camina o revienta
Mi triste balada
Mirada apagada, barra americana
La copa cargada y ese super model hablando de nada
Lavar los cacharros hacer la colada mi triste balada
Ella tan dulce yo tan gabana
Triste balada
Gorra y chaqueta de pana
Cara cortada tony montana
Descargar en madrugada o currar de sol a sol es la lana por la escama
Y empeñar el cadenon
Sin marido y con 2 crios
Y en camino otros 2
No se puede hacer cargo de ellos
Pero no no no...
Triste balada balada si ya no te llama
Si te ha dejado solo y llora en otra cama
Triste balada balada si ya no te llama
Triste balada balada te doy la razon
Triste balada balada la cara cortada
Si te ha dejado solo ya no le importabas
Espina clavada fuera de mi cama
Las 3: 40 camina o revienta
Mi triste balada
Mirada apagada, barra americana
La copa cargada y ese supermodel
Hablando de nada
La sala estallada mi cora partido
Una en cada ciu y yo tan vacio
Hoteles y hostales
Prueba de sonido
El sofa dubana
Dos tiros y al lio
Tengo un puñal en la espalda
Pon un billete si sangra
Triste balada en la escarcha
La tempestad que presfiere la calma
Ban de pasar en el panda
Ban del picaso y el manda
Pal que me clava la estaca
Pal que me quiere sin plata te ataca
El gallo y sus depata
Las 2 caras de esa puta
2 me huelen a ojalata
2 detras de mi viruta
Tengo a niños en la coca y coca en un fe de puta
La caratula de stopa
Con otra version de tupac
Y yo como no te tengo en la nuca
Y yo como no enchufado pa no escuchar
Iba explotar en la minima
Vida de monkey no si ni mas
Tu y carita de minima
Creo de esa vida yo quiero mas
La cabeza como un criminal
En el suelo tu ropa intima
Tu clavícula en mi mandíbula
Triste balada en mi habitación
Triste balada madrugada o currar de sol a sol
Es la lana por la escama
Y empeñar el cadenon
Sin marido con 2 crios
Y en camino otros 2
No se puede hacer cargo de ellos pero no no no...
Triste balada balada si ya no te llama
Si te ha dejado solo y llora en otra cama
Triste balada balada si ya no te llama
Triste balada balada te doy la razon
Triste balada balada la cara cortada
Si te ha dejado solo ya no le importabas

Sad Ballad

Sad ballad, ballad, a kick in the teeth for love
Sad ballad, in my letter, postscript - resentment
I go without a banner, just with drama for half a million
Without a mini skirt, with my rock'n'roll
Sad ballad, ballad, ballad
A thorn in my side, out of my bed
3:40, walk or burst
My sad ballad
Eyes downcast, American bar
Glass in hand, and that supermodel talking nonsense
Doing the washing-up, doing the laundry, my sad ballad
She's so sweet, I'm so Gabbana
Sad ballad
Cap and corduroy jacket
Scarred face, Tony Montana
Downloading in the wee hours or working from dawn till dusk, it's the money for the drugs
And pawn the gold chain
Without a husband and with 2 kids
And 2 more on the way
She can't cope with them
But no, no, no...
Sad ballad, ballad, if she doesn't call you anymore
If she's left you alone and is crying in another bed
Sad ballad, ballad, if she doesn't call you anymore
Sad ballad, ballad, I agree with you
Sad ballad, ballad, the scarred face
If she's left you alone, she didn't care about you anymore
A thorn in my side, out of my bed
3:40, walk or burst
My sad ballad
Eyes downcast, American bar
Glass in hand, and that supermodel
Talking nonsense
The living room's a mess, my heart's broken
One in each city, and I'm so empty
Hotels and hostels
Sound check
The dubana sofa
Two shots and let's get to work
I've got a knife in my back
Put a bill on it if it bleeds
Sad ballad in the frost
The storm that prefers the calm
Ban from the panda
Ban from Picasso and Manda
For the one who stabs me in the back
For the one who wants me without money
The rooster and his henchmen
The two faces of that whore
Two of them smell like tin
Two after my money
I have kids on drugs and blow in a whore's house
The album cover of Estopa
With another version of Tupac
And I, as if I didn't have you in my sights
And I, as if I weren't plugged in to drown out the noise
I would explode at the slightest thing
Life of a monkey, I know nothing more
You and your little face
I think I want more out of life
Head like a criminal
Your underwear on the floor
Your collarbone on my jaw
Sad ballad in my room
Sad ballad, dawn or dusk
It's the money for the drugs
And pawn the gold chain
Without a husband, with 2 kids
And 2 more on the way
She can't cope with them, but no, no, no...
Sad ballad, ballad, if she doesn't call you anymore
If she's left you alone and is crying in another bed
Sad ballad, ballad, if she doesn't call you anymore
Sad ballad, ballad, I agree with you
Sad ballad, ballad, the scarred face
If she's left you alone, she didn't care about you anymore