Текст и перевод песни El Berbal - Piratas Sin Barco

Piratas Sin Barco

Guacha si te preguntas porque la mirada que cargo
Yo tendre mi razoooon...
Voy pala calle ah dar el rol con los homies del barrio
O no salgo del cantoon
La pinchi muerte creo que ya me lleva de encargo
Pero no bajo el avion
No le teman a mi arma si me miran pschyco
Temanle ami corazon.
Ando tatuado pelon
Tirandole señas Al placon
No bajamos la mirada ni cuando andamos en el avion
Calma, disfruto la marihuana
Mi alma se fue de viaje y dejo las cortinas a media ventana
Volando por, las calles mientras prendo el malboro
Verde amarillo y rojo veo hasta en el semaforo
Ando manchoso en la tienda se antoja todo
Tambien ando filoso pa' la que se ponga modo
Soy un vato sencillo, un poco de fama no me ah hecho cambiar
Mi vida es un freestyle, buscame cantando en el boulebard
Carnal subele al volumen alto para tripiear
Loquitos gansta, se reporta, en buenos aires con el verbal
Disfruto el cuatro veinte ah pesar del pinche ambiente
Donde critica la gente pero nunca de frente
Me llaman delincuente me caen placas de repente
Pero se la pelan siempre cargo el clavo en la mente
En breve se apesta la casa cuando me ponga a fumar
Me prendo un franjo el humo me pone a tripiar
En esta nube de locos donde pocos saben que pedo
Donde, fumamos weed y en drogas se nos va el dinero
Y es un gastadero, igual en botellas de pisto
Yo si quemo a diario mis vecinos me han visto
Yo no la despisto salgo placoso ala calle
Ando bien arriva en el avion a toda madre
Ando en el aire por el efecto de la marihuana
Pisteando caguamas, bien grifo toda la semana
Smokyng rama yo fumo de la regañona
A la que con solo olerla el aroma te impresiona
Me estoy llendo rikis y tambien en el viaje
Pirata sin barco pero con pipa para cuando baje
De la nube no me quiero bajar
Traigo el clavo en el teni ahorita caigo ire a fumar
Loco, vente a ponchar otro
La neta se me hizo poco
Me la saboreo cuando le quito los cocos
Y no importa que caiga la chota
Que no se haga bolas la mota
Me gusta caminar con el aroma del barrio
De puro pirata navegando sin barco
Tu solo tripea no importa quien te vea
Si nomás se hacen pendejos y hasta se la saborean
Pirata sin barco es como yo ando, siempre en las calles
Y navegando de arriba pa' abajo o como caiga
De repertorio la droga no falta, puro inahalar
A mi me encanta, y un buen tabaco, pa relajarla
Y mi caguama siempre en la mano
Loco borracho yo me la paso
Acompañado locos en el barrio
Tirando la zorra, trucha con la placa
Los hago que corran no me apañan por nada
Es que ya saben lo que cargamos pura loquera, vea de este lado

Pirates Without a Ship

Baby, if you're wondering why I always have that look on my face,
I have my reasons...
I'm going out into the streets to hang out with my homies from the neighborhood,
Or I'm just chilling in my room.
I think death is already after me,
But I'm not giving up.
Don't be afraid of my gun if I look crazy,
Be afraid of my heart.
I'm a tattooed, bald guy,
Throwing gang signs.
We don't look down, not even when we're high.
Easy, I enjoy marijuana,
My soul has gone on a trip and left the curtains half open.
Flying through the streets while I light my Malboro,
I see green, yellow, and red even in the traffic lights.
I'm high at the store, everything looks tempting,
I'm also sharp, ready for anyone who tries to mess with me.
I'm a simple guy, a little bit of fame hasn't changed me.
My life is a freestyle, find me singing on the boulevard.
Man, turn up the volume so we can trip out.
Crazy gangstas, reporting in, in Buenos Aires with Verbal,
I enjoy 4:20 despite the shitty atmosphere,
Where people criticize but never to your face.
They call me a delinquent, the cops pop up on me all the time,
But they can't touch me, I always keep my mind sharp.
Soon, the house will stink when I start smoking,
I light up a joint, the smoke makes me trip out.
In this cloud of crazy people where few know what's going on,
Where we smoke weed and spend all our money on drugs.
And it's a waste, same with bottles of liquor.
I smoke every day, my neighbors have seen me.
I don't hide it, I go out into the streets high.
I'm way up there, high as a kite.
I'm floating in the air from the effects of marijuana.
Drinking beers, feeling good all week long.
Smoking weed, I smoke the good stuff,
The kind that smells so good you can't resist.
I'm getting high and taking a trip,
A pirate without a ship, but with a pipe for when I come down.
I don't want to come down from this cloud,
I've got a stash of weed, I'm going to go smoke it now.
Man, come smoke another one,
I can't get enough.
I savor it when I take it apart,
And it doesn't matter if the cops show up,
Don't let them get the weed.
I like to walk around with the smell of the neighborhood on me,
A real pirate, sailing without a ship.
Just trip out, don't worry about who's watching you,
They're just jealous and they're getting high too.
Pirate without a ship, that's how I am, always in the streets,
And sailing from top to bottom or wherever I want.
My repertoire includes drugs, lots of inhaling.
I love it, and a good tobacco, to relax.
And my beer is always in my hand.
I'm a crazy drunk, that's what I am.
Surrounded by crazy people in the neighborhood,
Smoking weed, watch out for the cops.
I make them run, they can't catch me.
They know what we're carrying, pure craziness, look over here.