Paroles et traduction en anglais Vicho feat. Ojosfinos - 20 LUCAS

20 LUCAS

20 luca' en el cajón, mi gatúbela un bombón
Me lo tumba en el sillón, se perfuma con Dior
Tiene el plug de contrabando
Se lo traen bien barato
Su cintura un descontrol, da locura y confusión
Manicurando la flor, y la cura con amor
En el living fraccionando
Lo de ahí ya ta pesado
Nuestra luna no es de miel, tus ojos no son papel
Son de cuarzo y de café, y hacen ruido a cascabel
Me hacen ti-ri-tar
Igual quie-ro más
Y tiramos otra vez, los mismos pasos de ayer
Vos a mi me conoces, lo que hicimos piel a piel
No se va a olvi-dar
Nunca se-rá igual

Salta la la ficha en la cuadra, parlante y jarana
Mi banda descansa, no duerme, hasta la ma-dru-gada
La gu-ri-sada
Sabe gozarla con poco, un ritmo goloso
Que llega y arrasa con todo y t va a gus-tar (Palabra)
Ma-ru-cha (Bailala)

Sacando chispa en la pista
Hasta el suelo y contra la pared es una arista
Chico tierno me sonríen hasta las ariscas
Brillando bajo tierra como una amatista
La ciudad me desvela de nochecita
De camino a la vereda como Buena Vista
Esto es baile de faena acá no hay media tinta
Mira que en cada tema tamo dejando la vida
Y se alborota el ambiente
Se agita la gente se pone a bailar
Si no quieren que estemos, nos tienen que echar
Y si nos ven envueltos, se van a contagiar
Yo quiero hacerte saltar
Y que sueltes las penas que insistis en cargar
Solo dejate llevar
Que si no la vivis te la van a contar

Salta la la ficha en la cuadra, parlante y jarana
Mi banda descansa, no duerme, hasta la ma-dru-gada
La gu-ri-sada
Sabe gozarla con poco, un ritmo goloso
Que llega y arrasa con todo y t va a gus-tar (Palabra)
Ma-ru-cha (Bailala)

Sacando chispa en la pista
Sacando chispa
Sacando chistpa en la pista
Sacando chispa
Sacando chispa en la pista
Sacando chispa

20 LUCAS

20 grand in the drawer, my baby a sweet
She knocks me out on the couch, she perfumes herself with Dior
She has contraband plug
They bring it to her cheap
Her waist is out of control, it gives madness and confusion
Manicuring the flower, and the cure with love
In the living room, fractionating
What's in there is already heavy
Our moon is not honey, your eyes are not paper
They are of quartz and coffee, and they make the sound of a rattle
They make me shi-ver
I still want more
And we throw again, the same steps as yesterday
You know me, what we did skin to skin
It won't be fo-rgot-ten
It will ne-ver be the same

The chip jumps in the block, talkative and party
My band rests, doesn't sleep, until the da-wn
The ki-ds
Know how to enjoy it with little, a sweet rhythm
That arrives and sweeps away everything and you're go-ing to li-ke it (Word)
Ma-ru-cha (Dance it)

Sparkling on the track
Even to the floor and against the wall, it's an edge
Sweet boy, even the sharp ones smile at me
Shining underground like an amethyst
The city keeps me awake at night
On the way to the sidewalk like Buena Vista
This is a dance of work, there's no half-heartedness here
Look, in every song we're leaving our lives
And the atmosphere is stirred up
The people are stirred up, they start to dance
If they don't want us here, they have to kick us out
And if they see us wrapped up, they're going to get infected
I want to make you jump
And let go of the sorrows that you insist on carrying
Just let yourself go
Because if you don't live it, they'll tell you about it

The chip jumps in the block, talkative and party
My band rests, doesn't sleep, until the da-wn
The ki-ds
Know how to enjoy it with little, a sweet rhythm
That arrives and sweeps away everything and you're go-ing to li-ke it (Word)
Ma-ru-cha (Dance it)

Sparkling on the track
Sparkling
Sparkling on the track
Sparkling
Sparkling on the track
Sparkling