Текст и перевод песни Da Weasel - Loja (Canção do Carocho)

Loja (Canção do Carocho)

Chibos interesseiros, intrujas manhosos
Bacanos desorientados, à espera de algo
Sem saber o que, ao certo
Mas com toda a certeza de que o saberão
Quando a cena finalmente surgir
Miúdas que quase que fazem uma mamada em troca de um algodão
Quase que fazem, o caralho, fazem mesmo
Caras e corpos de 40 anos que na verdade
Viveram apenas metade desse tempo
Barracas impregnadas com aquele ar nauseabundo
Muletas, ligaduras, hematomas, sangue coagulado
E o cheiro, não se consegue disfarçar o cheiro
Surgem vozes de todo o lado
Boa branca, boa castanha, Serenal, Paxilfar
Amoníaco, prata, bombas
Sai do meio da rua e encosta à parede!
Filha da puta do carocho, só faz é merda!!!
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Duas da manhã, mas a loja tá aberta, como sempre
Seja natal ou fim-do-ano, o negócio não pode parar
Não consegue parar e por isso, logicamente nunca irá parar
Disponível num centro perto de si
Dinheiro puxa dinheiro, como vício puxa vício
Enquanto houver gente a comprar, vai haver gente a vender
Enquanto houver gente a vender, vai haver gente a comprar
O bicho já apanhou mais de metade dos consumidores
Mas sabes bem, a fruta dos contentores dá moca e tira as dores
Faz voar sem sair do chão
Afinal de contas quem é que não gosta da sensação da...
Boa branca, boa castanha, Serenal, Paxilfar
Amoníaco, prata, bombas
Já disse para saíres do meio da rua e encosta à parede!
Filha da puta do carocho só faz é merda!!!
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou
Vai fechar a loja e o puto não comprou nada
Não comprou nada, não comprou

The Shop (Carocho's Song)

Nosy bastards, sneaky crooks
Confused cool dudes, waiting for something
Without knowing exactly what
But with absolute certainty that they'll know it
When the scene finally appears
Girls who almost give a blowjob in exchange for a cotton ball
Almost give, the fuck, they really do
Faces and bodies of 40 years that in truth
Lived only half that time
Stalls impregnated with that nauseating air
Crutches, bandages, bruises, coagulated blood
And the smell, you can't disguise the smell
Voices arise from everywhere
Good white, good brown, Serenal, Paxilfar
Ammonia, silver, bombs
Get out of the middle of the street and lean against the wall!
Son of a bitch Carocho, he just fucks up!!!
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
Two in the morning, but the shop is open, as always
Whether it's Christmas or New Year's Eve, the business can't stop
It can't stop and therefore, logically, it will never stop
Available at a center near you
Money pulls money, like addiction pulls addiction
As long as there are people buying, there will be people selling
As long as there are people selling, there will be people buying
The bug has already caught more than half of the consumers
But you know well, the fruit from the containers gives a buzz and takes away the pain
Makes you fly without leaving the ground
After all, who doesn't like the feeling of...
Good white, good brown, Serenal, Paxilfar
Ammonia, silver, bombs
I told you to get out of the middle of the street and lean against the wall!
Son of a bitch Carocho, he just fucks up!!!
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't
The shop's closing and the dude didn't buy anything
He didn't buy anything, he didn't