Текст и перевод песни Fernando Costa feat. Chichobeats - Dinamo

Dinamo

Magia como Dynamo, mira que nos íbamos
Dirección al Líbano, yo liaba un habano
Árbol tropical, ella era como el ébano
Picadura de mortal tábano africano
Tabaco y alcohol pa'l niño que mal amaron
No noto los brazos como el árbol que talaron
Lo detuvieron, lo soltaron
Vieron la valla y la saltaron
Lo cogieron, lo asaltaron ¡Primo!
Dimos vueltas de campana y acabamos por los pinos
C'est fini, nos fuimos
La parábola, el hijo pródigo
Vengo con mis prójimos
Me fijo en el camino, voy que trino
Tú vas como comí'o de comino, hilo fino
Yo voy con los niños parlanchinos
Parlan español o parlan italiano
Parlan en francés, parlan alemán
Parlan chino
Antonela, dame una sábana de franela
Para mis noches en vela
Porque sigo con la pena
De que alguien está con ella
De que no duerme en mi cama
De que estoy con la botella
De que ya no tiene ganas
'Tamos lindos como tu pelo
De Ibiza al Limbo, de Madrid al cielo
Me han dicho que tu truppe traga suelo
Dicen que son de la calle, prueba del pañuelo
Fernando, aka Diego Armando
Los niños con los que ando tienen el comando
Me han dicho por ahí que la andas liando
Fuman black mamba, les gusta el mambo
Soy de mezclar la boloñesa de la pesa
De los huevos en la mesa de la empresa
De mi padre, de mi madre, su entereza
De la roca más alta de cabeza

Dynamo

Magic like Dynamo, look at how we went
Heading to Lebanon, I rolled a cigar
Tropical tree, she was like ebony
Deadly bite of an African horsefly
Tobacco and alcohol for the boy who was badly loved
I don't feel my arms like the tree that was felled
They stopped him, they let him go
They saw the fence and jumped over it
They caught him, they mugged him Cousin!
We did somersaults and ended up in the pines
It's over, we're gone
The parable, the prodigal son
I come with my neighbors
I watch my way, I go like a bird
You go around like you've eaten too much cumin, fine thread
I go with the chatty kids
They speak Spanish or they speak Italian
They speak French, they speak German
They speak Chinese
Antonela, give me a flannel sheet
For my sleepless nights
Because I'm still sad
That someone is with her
That she doesn't sleep in my bed
That I'm with the bottle
That she no longer feels like it
We're as pretty as your hair
From Ibiza to Limbo, from Madrid to heaven
I've been told that your gang eats dirt
They say they're from the street, they'll prove it with a handkerchief
Fernando, aka Diego Armando
The boys I hang out with are in command
They've told me around that you're messing around
They smoke black mamba, they like mambo
I like to mix the Bolognese sauce on the scale
Of the eggs on the table in the company
Of my father, of my mother, their integrity
Of the highest rock, headfirst