Текст и перевод песни Costa feat. Ikki - Ciudad Pecado

Ciudad Pecado

Un, dos, tres... Magia
Olas de absenta la tormenta, ya perdi la cuenta.
De tragar charcos como amores, van ya mas de 30. Desangrarte en todas las letras la palabra marte, compre tu piel para una noche y no volvi a llamarte.

Quemar los ojos Viernes, Lunes, Martes; cerrar todos esos bares cerdos y diamantes.
Calor de antes, tus enanos que se creen gigantes te la has tragado haberlo pensao antes.

Un sueño eterno del que soy yo el dueño buscando escaleras al cielo me encontre el infierno.
Mejor susurra mientras puedas, dime (dime), que calle el piano y entre los violines.

Guarde mi juventud enterrado alli en el descampado, quemaduras de este asfalto de 1º grado, las luces de la calle bailan, me he enamorado, mi piel de atiza, esta ciudad (¿si?)
Ciudad pecado

Abro los ojos, pinto el alma y retuerzo la nada, miro en los bolsillos, solo quedan madrugadas, mi personaje ahorcado bestia que aun no e domado, yo pertenezco a esta ciudad (¿Si?)
Ciudad pecado

Perdi el Nirvana, prendi el vino y pense que me ahogaba.
Fue mi escarpada, la escapada y yo ya no creo en nada
Las bestias sueltas tuyas cientas que yo aun no e domado. Las quemaduras no me mientas... de 1º grado

Un laberitno si me e enamorado me he puesto triste de acordarme el tiempo que a pasado.
Es muy dificil de olvidar, decirte perdonado. Ya lo hablaremos tu y yo. Padre... en algun lado. Piel de cera que se alquila y vende. Ese cuerpo que yo quiero y que ya no me siente, solo quiero verte y tu te tratas como un cliente, yo ya te e comprado el cielo. Billete a billete.

Guarde mi juventud enterrado alli en el descampado, quemaduras de este asfalto de 1º grado, las luces de la calle bailan, me he enamorado, mi piel de atiza, esta ciudad (¿si?)
Ciudad pecado

Abro los ojos, pinto el alma y retuerzo la nada, miro en los bolsillos, solo quedan madrugadas, mi personaje ahorcado bestia que aun no e domado, yo pertenezco a esta ciudad (¿Si?)
Ciudad pecado

(...)
Con airforce blancas, g5orras yankees, siempre hip-hop, yo desayuno Maily como cuchillos, y esos falso que me odian.
Costa 2014 resureccio-ciudad pecado.
Ya no pares finje, hoy hace tanto calor que el mundo se derrite JEJE

Imagine the paradise, fuck that shut, i wonna toook a gun an suicidate. All my life im been considered as the worse
(...)

Sin City

One, two, three... Magic
Waves of absinthe the storm, I've lost count.
Swallowing puddles like loves, there are already more than 30. Bleeding you in all the letters the word Mars, I bought your skin for a night and never called you again.

Burn your eyes Friday, Monday, Tuesday; close all those pig and diamond bars.
The heat of before, your dwarfs who think they are giants you have swallowed to have thought about it before.

An eternal dream of which I am the owner looking for a staircase to heaven I found myself hell.
Better whisper while you can, tell me (tell me), that the piano and the violins keep quiet.

I kept my youth buried there in the wasteland, burns of this asphalt in the 1st degree, the lights of the street dance, I have fallen in love, my skin of Atiza, this city (yes?)
Sin City

I open my eyes, I paint my soul and I twist nothingness, I look in my pockets, there are only dawns left, my hanged character a beast that I have not tamed yet, I belong to this city (yes?)
Sin City

I lost Nirvana, I lit the wine and I thought I was drowning.
It was my escape route, the escape and I no longer believe in anything
The beasts let loose yours hundreds that I have not tamed yet. The burns don't lie to me... of the 1st degree

A labyrinth if I have fallen in love, I have become sad to remember the time that has passed.
It is very difficult to forget, to tell you forgiven. We will talk about it you and me. Father... somewhere. Skin of wax for rent and sale. That body that I love and that no longer feels me, I just want to see you and you treat yourself like a client, I have already bought you heaven. Ticket after ticket.

I kept my youth buried there in the wasteland, burns of this asphalt in the 1st degree, the lights of the street dance, I have fallen in love, my skin of Atiza, this city (yes?)
Sin City

I open my eyes, I paint my soul and I twist nothingness, I look in my pockets, there are only dawns left, my hanged character a beast that I have not tamed yet, I belong to this city (yes?)
Sin City

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With white air forces, g5 yankees caps, always hip-hop, I have Maily breakfast knives, and those fake people who hate me.
Costa 2014 resurrection-sin city.
Don't stop pretending anymore, today it's so hot that the world melts away LOL

Imagine the paradise, fuck that shut, I want to take a gun and shoot myself. All my life I have been considered the worse
(...)