Текст и перевод песни Brock Ansiolitiko feat. Droow - Sapiosexual

Sapiosexual

Las canciones le dicen: "baja lento, así, así, así, así"
Y ella medio sonriendo saca el dedo, pa' ti, pa' ti

No necesita halagos por su cuerpo
Que todos los piropos le nacen desde dentro
Y a veces el ego puede ser cierto
Muy cierto

Ella es sapiosexual, no te para el taxi, te para la sinapsis cerebral
Litera-literal, le pintan pajaritos en el aire pero los caza igual

Me dijo que yo estaba medio roto
Como un cuadro de Banksy
Pujado por diez locos
Que se había enamorado de mi coco
Que no era casual decir tanto con tan poco

Eclosionando axiomas
Explosión de neuronas

No tengo 4 babys, soy feliz con una buena
(Y eso vale por cien)
Todo vale dinero pero ella valía la pena
(Contigo ma', contigo to' va ir bien)

Dice apagame la radio que esa mierda no me llena, na, na, na
(No le llena my friend)
Y hagamos el amor leyéndonos un poema

Ella quiere consigo
No le importa si la miro
Quiere sentirse protegida sin tener que estar contigo

Una girla al filo
Que no aprecia el sin sentido
Que se excita solo cuando le tocas el contenido

Oye me tienes on fire
Y que mantengas a raya
A todos esos culiaos que se pasan de la valla

Me calentó tu styla
Revo-volucionaria
Marchando en las calles
Me enamoras más el alma

No pienses que ha salido de algún show de truman
No se sube a una cama por bajar la luna
Con una mano para como Donna Rumma
Con la otra descuartiza letras de Maluma

Con las apariencias:
No real-no game
Con la inteligencia:
Singing in the rain

Canon de belleza muerto como Kurt Cobain
No es su WonderBra
Es su Wonder Brain

Hay una chica fijándose en la cartera
Y al lado ella fijándose en la sesera
La diferencia respecto de la primera
Es que ella se quiere sola y la otra compra que la quieran

Diferentes personas
Una real y otra goma

No tengo 4 babys
Soy feliz con una buena
(Y eso vale por cien)
Todo valía el dinero pero ella valía la pena
(Contigo ma' contigo to' va ir bien)

Dice apágame la radio
Que esa mierda no me llena, na, na, na
(No le llena my friend)
Y hagamos el amor leyéndonos un poema

No le sorprende verte con un lambo
No le gustan mayores, le gustan respetando
Cuando escucho la del "anillo pa cuando"
Sonrió y pensó:
"¿Qué mierda me están contando?"

Mi música no es ron con coca-cola
Son frases punzantes para analizar a solas
Y es que todo hoy en día es comercial my broda
Pero letras con ingenio nunca pasarán de moda

Jamás he visto nada parecido
Una voz así le parece ruido
A ella le encanta el mensaje y el contenido
Se cansó del "Despacito"
Y todavía no había salido

Valiente
Capullo
"To' eso que ella tiene"

Es suyo
"To'eso que ella tiene"
Es suyo

Dice apágame la radio que esa mierda no me
Llena, na, na, na
Llena na, na, na
Llena na, na, na
(No le llena my friend)

Dice apágame la radio que esa mierda no me
Llena, na, na, na
Llena na, na, na
Llena, na, na, na

Sapiosexual

The songs tell her: "go down slow, like this, like this, like this"
And she half smiling, sticks out her finger, for you, for you

She doesn't need compliments about her body
All the sweet talk comes from within
And sometimes ego can be true
Very true

She's sapiosexual, she doesn't stop a taxi, she stops your brain synapses
Litera-literally, they paint little birds in the air for her but she catches them anyway

She told me I was kinda broken
Like a Banksy painting
Bid on by ten crazy people
That she had fallen in love with my brain
That it wasn't a coincidence to say so much with so little

Axioms hatching
Explosion of neurons

I don't have 4 babies, I'm happy with one good one
(And that's worth a hundred)
Everything is worth money but she was worth the effort
(With you ma', everything will be alright)

She says turn off the radio, that shit doesn't fulfill me, na, na, na
(It doesn't fulfill her, my friend)
And let's make love reading each other a poem

She wants to be with herself
She doesn't care if I look at her
She wants to feel protected without having to be with you

A girl on the edge
Who doesn't appreciate nonsense
Who only gets excited when you touch her content

Hey, you got me on fire
And keep at bay
All those dudes who cross the line

Your style turned me on
Revo-volutionary
Marching in the streets
You make me fall more in love with your soul

Don't think she came out of some Truman show
She doesn't get into bed to bring down the moon
With one hand she cooks like Donna Rumma
With the other she dismembers Maluma's lyrics

With appearances:
No real-no game
With intelligence:
Singing in the rain

The beauty canon is dead like Kurt Cobain
It's not her WonderBra
It's her Wonder Brain

There's a girl looking at the wallet
And next to her, she's looking at the brain
The difference with the first one
Is that she loves herself and the other one buys love

Different people
One real and the other one rubber

I don't have 4 babies
I'm happy with one good one
(And that's worth a hundred)
Everything was worth money but she was worth the effort
(With you ma', everything will be alright)

She says turn off the radio
That shit doesn't fulfill me, na, na, na
(It doesn't fulfill her, my friend)
And let's make love reading each other a poem

She's not surprised to see you with a Lambo
She doesn't like them older, she likes them respectful
When I hear the "ring for when" song
She smiled and thought:
"What the fuck are they telling me?"

My music is not rum and coke
It's sharp phrases to analyze alone
And it's that everything today is commercial my broda
But lyrics with wit will never go out of style

I've never seen anything like it
A voice like that sounds like noise to her
She loves the message and the content
She got tired of "Despacito"
And it hadn't even come out yet

Brave
Cocoon
"All that she has"

It's hers
"All that she has"
It's hers

She says turn off the radio that shit doesn't
fulfill me, na, na, na
fulfill me, na, na, na
fulfill me, na, na, na
(It doesn't fulfill her, my friend)

She says turn off the radio that shit doesn't
fulfill me, na, na, na
fulfill me, na, na, na
fulfill me, na, na, na