Текст и перевод песни Eladio Carrion - Cuarentena

Cuarentena

Ya yo no te veo que tú 'ta en cuarentena
Tú me tiene aquí durmiendo en cama ajena

Y no voy a mentir
Me lo hace' cabrón
Pero no e' lo mimo'
Cuando lo hago con mi nena

Me tiene bebiendo, fumando
La' pena' olvidando, saliendo
Buscando, la forma de no pensarte
Pero tú quiere' desacatarte, yeah

Y yo sé que 'ta en la tuya
Solo estoy pidiendo
Que tú deje' que esto fluya
A tu amiga no le caigo bien
Problema suya

No me habla', pero en la' rede' tiran puya
Me tiran puya

Y son embute'
Hablan de mí porque quieren que la busque
Estamo' claro que hay que hacer un par de ajuste'

Y yo no soy perfecto
Pero soy de uste' (eh, eh)

¿Cuánto' shot ya me he dao' a tu nombre?
Baby, yo no sé
Y si piensa' que yo no te pienso
No me conoce'

Mala mía si te llamo un día
Y tú esta' con él, yeah
Embute', dime dónde tu esta'
Pa' yo entrarle a tiro a ese cabrón

Porque ese culo e' mío
Y de má' nadie
Dime algo, no te calle'
Y si te gusta la pista
Entonce' quédate con la calle

Eso e' mío y de má' nadie
Dime algo, no te calle'
Y si te gusta la pista'
Entonce' quédate con la calle, yeah yeah

Pues entonce' quédate con la calle, yeah yeah
Entonce' quédate con la calle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Entonce' quédate con la calle
(Si te gusta' la pista)
(Yeah)

Quarantine

I can't see you anymore, you're in quarantine
You've got me sleeping in a stranger's bed

I won't lie
It drives me crazy
But it's not the same
When I do it with my baby

I've been drinking, smoking
Trying to forget my sorrows, going out
Looking for a way to stop thinking about you
But you want to rebel, yeah

I know you're in your own world
I'm just asking
That you let this flow
Your friend doesn't like me
That's her problem

She doesn't talk to me, but on social media she throws shade
She throws shade

And they're just imposters
They talk about me because they want me to chase her
It's clear that we need to make some adjustments

I'm not perfect
But I'm yours (hey, hey)

How many shots have I had in your name?
Baby, I don't know
And if you think I don't think about you
You don't know me

My bad if I call you one day
And you're with him, yeah
Imposters, tell me where you are
So I can shoot that jerk

Because that ass is mine
And nobody else's
Say something, don't keep quiet
And if you like the track
Then keep the street

That's mine and nobody else's
Say something, don't keep quiet
And if you like the track
Then keep the street, yeah yeah

Then keep the street, yeah yeah
Then keep the street
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Then keep the street
(If you like the track)
(Yeah)