Paroles et traduction SFDK - La Puñalá

La Puñalá

Donde estara mi navaja
Se que me la habeis escondido
Yo me habria ahorrao alguna raja
O estaria en la carcel metido.
Sabado noche era pleno verano
Suena el telefono Satu ya estamos
Vente paca o nos piramos
Y me tiro pal parque de pino montano
Portanto un petardo en la mano
Corto pero cabezon por lo menos de un gramo
Cojemos la moto tiramos vamos pal rio
Que ayi disminuyen los grados
Tenia veintipocos mis años hermosos
Los pase siendo un celoso
Y siempre los vi pero multiplicao
Por la tia mas guapa con la que estao
Agresivo nervioso alterao
Todo mezclao con que entonces solia ir armao
Me encontre con su ex y tube un altercao
Y me fui de ayi si por no haberlo matao (no haberlo matao)
Donde estara mi navaja
Se que me la habeis escondido
Yo me habria ahorrao alguna raja
O estaria en la carcel metido.
Tira pa casa maldito niñato
Va mi parienta formandome el taco
Se acerca un yonki pide tabaco
Se pone tonto y se lleva un sopapo
Y mi chica le pega otros cuatro
Va no te enfades hay trato me dice sensato
Si a cuento de que si no ha pasao na
Yo me despiste y me dio una puñala
Corro a buscar una botella
Para partirla y rajarlo con ella
Vaya epopeya no hay quien lo entienda
Huye y le pincha a mi chica en la pierna
El corre y yo corro detras
De bombear cada vez sangro mas
Veo a mis compis que pasan en moto
Jurando que el yonki no se va a escapar (no se va a escapar).
Donde estara mi navaja
Se que me la habeis escondido
Yo me habria ahorrao alguna raja
O estaria en la carcel metido.
Sangre en el suelo sangre en la ropa
Es el precio nuevo por salir de copas
Infernales epocas las que pase
Voy en la ambulancia que va como loca
Y llegamos lo se paro la sirena
Entre por urgencias el virgen macarena
Sabanas blancas suero en la vena
Y alguien dispuesto a coser ¡he!
Dime quien manda quien dirigirme
Dime si es mucho para no dormirme
No dejo de hablar no quiero irme
Voy a mantenerme firme y flotar
Buenas noticias los ojos me brillan
No es muy profundo impacto en las costillas
Te quiero sevilla y para terminar
A mi novia y al oscar le voy a preguntar
Donde estara mi navaja
Se que me la habeis escondido
Yo me habria ahorrao alguna raja
O estaria en la carcel metido

The Stabbing

Where could my knife be?
I know you've hidden it from me
I could have avoided some scar
Or I'd be locked up in jail, you see.
Saturday night, it was high summer's heat
The phone rings, Satu, we're all set
Come over here or we're leaving, bet
And I head to the Pino Montano park, complete.
Carrying a firecracker in my hand
Short but stubborn, at least a gram I understand
We grab the motorbike, let's go to the river's strand
Where the degrees take a downward stand
I was twenty-something, my years so grand
Spent them being a jealous man
And I always saw them multiplied, you see
By the prettiest girl I've ever been with, she
Aggressive, nervous, agitated, can't you see?
All mixed with the fact that I used to be armed, naturally
I ran into her ex, and had a brawl, it's true
And I left there just to avoid killing him, it's true (avoid killing him)
Where could my knife be?
I know you've hidden it from me
I could have avoided some scar
Or I'd be locked up in jail, you see.
Go home, you damn brat, she said with might
My girl starts causing a scene, what a sight
A junkie approaches, asking for a light
He gets cocky and receives a blow, taking flight
And my girl hits him four more times, it's true
Come on, don't get angry, there's a deal, she says, it's true
For what reason, if nothing happened, boo hoo
I got distracted and he stabbed me, it's true
I run to find a bottle near
To break it and slash him with it, my dear
What an epic, no one can understand
He flees and stabs my girl in the leg, unplanned
He runs and I run after him, it's true
With each pump, I bleed more, through and through
I see my buddies passing by on a bike
Swearing that the junkie won't escape, that's no hype (won't escape).
Where could my knife be?
I know you've hidden it from me
I could have avoided some scar
Or I'd be locked up in jail, you see.
Blood on the ground, blood on my clothes
It's the new price for going out for those
Hellish times I went through, God knows
I'm in the ambulance that's going loco
And we arrive, I know, the siren stops
I enter the ER, Virgen Macarena tops
White sheets, IV in my veins, no drops
And someone ready to stitch, he never stops, hey!
Tell me who's in charge, who to address
Tell me if it's too much not to rest
I keep talking, I don't want to leave this mess
I'm going to stay strong and float, I confess
Good news, my eyes shine bright
It's not very deep, impact on the ribs just right
I love you, Seville, and to finish this plight
I'm going to ask my girl and Oscar, with all my might
Where could my knife be?
I know you've hidden it from me
I could have avoided some scar
I'd be locked up in jail, you see.