Текст и перевод песни Cevlade - A Ton Etoile (feat. Zitazoe, Dj Matz)

A Ton Etoile (feat. Zitazoe, Dj Matz)

Estoy reposando en silencio
Pega la vuelta
La puerta se cierra, mi ventana ya abierta
Mil opciones demasiadas para mi persona
Mi cabeza no reacciona, el sexo no funciona
Y dame mas,
Quiero amor
Placentero es obvio que,
Quiero terminar y acabar
Pero aun no se si pueda
Menos si mientras me flagelo
Y estrangulo el amor propio
Falsas son las cartas y las rosas de mi ex novio, si
Ellos me llaman cruda, yo me llamo realista
Mas arriba de una pista después de toda esa finta
Que hice para esquivarlo y dedicar tiempo a mentirle
Fucking amor solo me dejas desvestirme
Cupido te escupió en la cara
Me escupió y dispara
No se imaginan que dará tiempo para que yo lanzara
Y esquivara, balas, flechas
Cerca de mi pecho
No tenia ni idea que mi corazón no anda derecho
Es impulsivo el odio, no me odies mas de lo que yo te odio a ti
Contrólate si tiene algo que decir
El amor es máximo y único drama en mi vida
En descontrol y bebida, soluciones no pidas
Y déjame en silencio, tranquilidad absoluta
Ahora me juzgas por bruta por admirar a las putas
Hijas malditas cuanto saben de no enamorarse
El sabe que ustedes no deben intentar acercarse
Tu me descontrolas controlando mi persona
Y yo me descontrolo si las cosas me funcionan
Se como controlarte, para enamorarte
Pero aun nada se asemeja al amor que le tengo a mi arte

Cevlade
Después de todo ya me sabia el desenlace
Como eres una puta, el que la paga la hacey ahora cuando te hago el amor te odio después de todo, todo sigue igual
El usual sexo casual buscando paz espiritual
Somos dos malnacidos
Que también morirán mal
Si eres pecado capital no eres pecado original, mal
Gasto tiempo estando pendiente de el,
El ángel de mi muerte me ajusta las rotas de papel
Las repara y me prepara
Para mi ultimo viaje
Una bestia con maquillaje
Me arrojo por el drenaje
Cupido es estúpido
Escupidos y tupidos
Sus flechas en un tímido
Solo traen sexo insípido
El amor es una bestia terrible
Vuelve despojo sin servible
A los que fuimos sensibles
Como comprenderás que soy un incomprendido
Entiende no me conoces, es mi rap el conocido
Ya para niña, mi rap no es para niñas
No conocen ni una mierda pero todo el mundo opina
El dolor del silencio no es desprecio no hago caso
Me colme de fracaso
No lo calme en tu regaso
Y si repaso cada paso
Se muy bien que un flechazo
Es un puñal que raja desde mi pecho hasta el antebrazo
Ya no eres bienvenida
Escribí te odio con mi vomito en todas las avenidas
Yo no voy a soñarte aunque me sueñes con locura
Agárrate esa inmensa zorra pa que te tragui la luna
Soy yo quien soporte
Follar como deporte
Si algún día regresas espero que no te importe
A si como regresas, volver a partir
Eras mi vida, mi vida no es repetir por repetir
Te fuiste en la noche de las chelas y los chelos
Si estas en una estrella siento celos del cielo
Me golpeo contra el muro
Me rajo el cuello
A la muerte su carruaje contra tu estrella la estrello

Zitazoe
Si no me nace, nunca veras que esto crece
Carece de pretexto, trae solo estupideces ahora cuando te hago el amor te odio

To Your Star (feat. Zitazoe, Dj Matz)

I’m resting in silence.
Come back.
The door closes, my window is already open.
A thousand options, too many for me.
My head doesn’t react, sex doesn't work.
And give me more.
I want love.
Pleasant, it's obvious that
I want to finish and end it,
But I still don’t know if I can.
Even less if I’m scourging myself,
And I strangle my self-love.
False are the letters and roses from my ex-boyfriend, yes.
They call me raw, I call myself a realist.
Above a track, after all that feint
That I did to dodge it and dedicate time to lying to him.
Fucking love only lets me undress.
Cupid spat in your face.
Spat at me and fires.
You can’t imagine that it will give me time to launch,
And dodge bullets, arrows.
Close to my chest.
I had no idea that my heart isn’t straight.
Hate is impulsive, don't hate me more than I hate you.
Control yourself if you have something to say.
Love is the maximum and only drama in my life.
Out of control and drunk, don't ask for solutions,
And leave me in silence, absolute tranquility.
Now you judge me as stupid for admiring whores,
Damn daughters, they know so much about not falling in love.
He knows that you shouldn’t try to get close.
You make me lose control by controlling me,
And I lose control if things work out for me.
I know how to control you, to make you fall in love,
But nothing still compares to the love I have for my art.

Cevlade
After all, I already knew the outcome.
Since you’re a whore, he who pays does it, and now when I make love to you I hate you. After all, everything remains the same.
The usual casual sex seeking spiritual peace.
We are two bastards,
Who will also die badly.
If you are a capital sin, you are not an original sin, bad.
I spend time being aware of him.
The angel of my death adjusts the scraps of paper.
Repairs them and prepares me
For my last trip.
A beast with makeup.
I throw myself down the drain.
Cupid is stupid.
Spat out and thick.
His arrows in a timid one
Only bring insipid sex.
Love is a terrible beast.
It turns us into useless spoils,
Those of us who were sensitive.
How will you understand that I am misunderstood?
Understand, you don't know me, it's my rap that's known.
Enough for a girl, my rap is not for girls.
They don't know shit but everyone has an opinion.
The pain of silence is not contempt, I don't care.
I am filled with failure.
I didn't calm him down in your lap,
And if I review every step,
I know very well that a crush
Is a dagger that cuts from my chest to my forearm.
You’re no longer welcome.
I wrote "I hate you" with my vomit on every avenue.
I won’t dream of you even if you dream of me madly.
Grab that immense bitch so she can swallow the moon for you.
I am the one who endures,
Fucking as a sport.
If you ever come back, I hope you don't mind.
Just as you come back, go back to leaving.
You were my life, my life is not to repeat for the sake of repeating.
You were there on the night of beers and cellos.
If you’re on a star, I’m jealous of the sky.
I hit myself against the wall.
I cut my neck.
Death’s carriage, against your star I crash it.

Zitazoe
If it doesn’t come from me, you will never see this grow.
It lacks pretext, it brings only stupidities. Now when I make love to you I hate you.