Текст и перевод песни Flashy Ice Cream feat. Santa Salut - Glaç

Glaç

Arenas movedizas, historias malditas
Me pierdo aunque haya pistas
No siento fuerzas aunque me insistas
Demasiado presente lo que ya está atrás
Oye, dónde vas, para y observa qué hay detrás
No saps què passarà al matí quan t′aixeques del matalàs
No ets capaç de allargar cap braç per
Ajudar al que et trobes al mig del pas
PASSEGES I T'EN VAS
Tinc l′animà freda com el glaç
Després serà aigua i deprés serà gas, vaig pel terrat com un gat
La llibreta oberta, el boli ben agafat
Serà per sempre l'amistat? Ja no tinc el cap quadrat
Ja no busco excuses perquè la música m'ha salvat
Sé que estic del revés com un ratpenat, però m′ajuda a volar en picat
Això es rap en contra de la maldat
No sé si t′has percatat, que ja he catat tot tipus d'esclat
No saps res del meu passat, només busco la veritat
Patriarcat per erigir ciutats (Yeh, yeh), cada dia un pas en fals
Estic fent trial per triar el que val
Aguantar i cada punyal, lluito per ser ben adalt

Escupo ràbia, fumo Aràbia
Com un ocellet, nena, tancat a la gàbia
Troba′m a flatar com els macarrons de l'àvia, paraula
Soc el que castigaven darrere l′aula
I ara els nens m'escolten com al puto professor
Sí o no, qué pasó, dia a dia estem millor
Sense pasta, sense horari, tot fumat rulant per el barri

Si vols anells te′ls faig amb el fum de la haze
Jo he vist a camells més honrats que presidents
I ara mira'm, i ara mira'm, ballant al punt de mira
Només notes la soga quan estira
I en una rima explico més que tu en tota la teva vida
Moltes paraules, però totes mentida
Sé que hi han problemes i el primer que es gira
És el primer que es caga quan no té la clica darrera, yeah

No em sento un gàngster, però sí que somio amb cadenes d′or (D′or)
Poder escriure el teu nom en una bala de plom (Pew, pew)
Vull cambiar l'aigua per diners de la font (Eh, yeah)
Del parc del costat de me casa, o almenys que surti ron
Tinc a l′àvia dient que la meva música es santa
Que ja no resa per la Verge
Sinó per tenir pasta a sobre de la taula
Money per comprar rings a la mare (Eh, eh, eh, eh, yah)
Per tirar-li al teu ex a la cara (Que el follin)

Elles escriuen el meu nom a les parets de la city
No paren de botar-ho, semblen eleccions per triar al presi (Jah)
Sabràs que has passat la línia quan jo em piri
Són les 5 i per fi et tinc aquí ballant-ho so sexy (Yo')
Uns busquen la sortida i altres troben èxits
Només sé una manera d′arribar adalt i es diu "Flashy" (La meva gang)
Faré que el català soni d'Itàlia a Mèxic
Emporta′t el que vulguis mentres em deixis la music (Word)
La meva crema és tan bona que no li falten toppings (No li falten)
Donant voltes pel club, de fondo sona loopings

I ara mira
Oye, dónde vas, para y observa
La music
M'ajuda a volar en picat
Ballant al punt de mira
La meva—, la-la meva—,
La meva crema és tan bona que no li falten toppings
Fla-Fla-Flashy Ice Cream
The fucking DAAX

Ice Cream

Quicksand, cursed stories
I get lost even though there are clues
I don't feel strong even if you insist
Too present what is already behind
Hey, where are you going? Stop and look what’s behind
You don’t know what will happen in the morning when you get out of bed
You are not able to reach out
To help the one you find in the middle of the way
YOU PASS AND GO
My soul is cold as ice
Then it will be water and then it will be gas, I go on the roof like a cat
The notebook open, the pen well held
Will friendship last forever? My head is not squared anymore
I'm not looking for excuses anymore because music saved me
I know I'm upside down like a bat, but it helps me fly up high
This is rap against evil
I don't know if you noticed, that I have already tasted all kinds of bursts
You know nothing about my past, I’m just looking for the truth
Patriarchy to erect cities (Yeh, yeh), every day a false step
I'm doing a trial to choose what's worth
To hold on and every stab, I fight to be high up

I spit rage, I smoke Arabia
Like a little bird, baby, locked in a cage
Find me puffing like grandma's macaroni, word
I'm the one they punished in the back of the classroom
And now the kids listen to me like the fucking teacher
Yes or no, what happened, day by day we are better
Without pasta, without a schedule, all smoked rolling around the neighborhood

If you want rings, I'll make them for you with the haze smoke
I have seen camels more honorable than presidents
And now look at me, now look at me, dancing at gunpoint
You only notice the rope when it pulls
And in one rhyme I explain more than you do in your whole life
Many words, but all lies
I know there are problems and the first one to turn
Is the first one who shits himself when he doesn’t have the clique behind, yeah

I don't feel like a gangster, but I do dream of gold chains (Gold)
To be able to write your name on a lead bullet (Pew, pew)
I want to change the water for money from the fountain (Eh, yeah)
From the park next to my house, or at least rum comes out
I have grandma saying my music is holy
That she doesn’t pray to the Virgin anymore
But to have money on the table
Money to buy mom rings (Eh, eh, eh, eh, yah)
To throw it in your ex's face (Screw him)

They write my name on the city walls
They keep bouncing it, they look like elections to choose the president (Jah)
You’ll know that you crossed the line when I get pissed off
It’s 5 and I finally have you here dancing so sexy (Yo')
Some seek the way out and others find success
I only know one way to get to the top and it's called "Flashy" (My gang)
I will make Catalan sound from Italy to Mexico
Take whatever you want as long as you leave me the music (Word)
My ice cream is so good that it doesn't lack toppings (It doesn’t lack them)
Going around the club, loopings playing in the background

And now look
Hey, where are you going, stop and watch
Music
It helps me fly up high
Dancing at gunpoint
My—, my-my—,
My ice cream is so good that it doesn't lack toppings
Fla-Fla-Flashy Ice Cream
The fucking DAAX