Текст и перевод песни Al Safir - Mariposas

Mariposas

Ya no escribo guapo porque me van bien las cosas
Yo escribo mis penas, si no hay penas, mariposas
Fumando en camisa, lo mío es otra cosa
Me lo tomo a wasa y aún así mi rap destroza

Fumo eles, no cañuelas (no)
Ya no me la pela, ahora las cosas están rectas
Curro pienso, no la armo demasiado
Yo me quedo en mi lao sacando mi propio néctar

Hemos pasao muchas tramas
Que te vaya bien, mi primo, te guardo en el alma
Muchas vainas malas, muchas zorras malas
Ahora mis lágrimas son secas, no derraman

Yo me escapaba, sabía a dónde irme
Me iba con mi hermano na'más que tocara el timbre
Tronco como ha cambiao todo
Dale fuego al globo, vámonos que ya estoy triste (ah)

El pasillo oscuro, ya veré el futuro
De momento curro, aunque tampoco me lo curro
El plato está crudo, carece de aromas
La misma zona, misma loma, mismos curros

Yo-yo-yo, siempre en primera persona
Solo hablo conmigo y no cuento la historia entera
Haciendo presión como, a la FIFA, Maradona
Solo selecciono a los que por la causa mueran

Mierda, loco, la he jodido muy pronto
Pero igual que la jodo, yo solito la remonto (ah, ya-ya)
Tronco, ya no busco fight
Si no la buscáis mejor fuma de mi porro
Dale cancha, niño, esto es un aliño
Échale más hoja, que no se quede pequeño, ah

Butterflies

I don't write pretty anymore because things are going well for me
I write about my sorrows, if there are no sorrows, there are butterflies
Smoking in a shirt, mine is something else
I take it to WhatsApp and even then my rap destroys

I smoke eles, not cañuelas (no)
It doesn't bother me anymore, things are straight now
I work, I think, I don't get too worked up
I stay in my lane, extracting my own nectar

We've been through a lot of plots
I hope things are good for you, my cousin, I keep you in my soul
A lot of bad things, a lot of bad bitches
Now my tears are dry, they don't spill

I would escape, I knew where to go
I would go with my brother, as soon as the doorbell rang
Dude, how everything has changed
Light the globe, let's go, I'm already sad (ah)

The dark hallway, I'll see the future
For now I work, although I don't really work on it
The dish is raw, it lacks aromas
The same area, the same hill, the same jobs

Yo-yo-yo, always in the first person
I only talk to myself and don't tell the whole story
Putting pressure on like, to FIFA, Maradona
I only select those who die for the cause

Shit, man, I screwed up too soon
But just like I screw it up, I'll fix it myself (ah, ya-ya)
Dude, I'm not looking for a fight
If you don't look for it, it's better to smoke from my blunt
Give it some field, kid, this is a seasoning
Add more leaf, don't let it be small, ah