Текст и перевод песни Flashy Ice Cream - De Paraula

De Paraula

Em diuen Maradona sóc un crack
Tu i jo fem bona mescla com coca i bicarbonat
Vull setze jutges del jutjat penjats
I que si els meus principis xoquen contra la legalitat

Em parlen d'igualtat i per darrere te la claven
Valen les mentides que aquests fills de puta parlen
M'importa la paraula i la família no una puta firma
En un contracte venen l'ànima

Disparo a matar
Olora a quatre illes, puta porto qualitat
No pilles la trama si ets un fucking figurant
Ella hem truca a les quatre i jo vaig massa col·locat
Tu pots ser el pecat que m'allunyi aquesta nit del cel

Jo pago l'hotel, nena, porta gel
Feeling like caramel, se'm eriça el pel
Estem dins del club i em sobra la gent
Però ara lluny de tu, sempre amb la meva gang
Però ara lluny de tu sempre amb la meva gang
Però ara lluny de tu sempre amb la meva gang

Que li follin a tots aquells profes que em van fer odiar l'aula
Que li follin a la poli que ens vol dintre gàbies
Que li follin aquells mesos al Taulí
Que li follin a les rates que només saben mentir
Els collons sobre la taula, eh
Home de paraula, eh

Of Words

They call me Maradona, I'm a star
You and I mix well like coke and baking soda
I want sixteen judges from the courtroom hanging
And what if my principles clash with the law

They talk about equality and stab you in the back
The lies these sons of bitches tell are worth nothing
The word and family matter to me, not a fucking signature
In a contract they sell their souls

I shoot to kill
It smells of four islands, honey, I bring quality
You don't get the plot if you're a fucking extra
She calls me at four and I'm too high
You could be the sin that takes me away from heaven tonight

I pay for the hotel, baby, bring the ice
Feeling like caramel, my hair stands on end
We're in the club and I've got too many people around me
But now far from you, always with my gang
But now far from you always with my gang
But now far from you always with my gang

Fuck all those teachers who made me hate the classroom
Fuck the cops who want us in cages
Fuck those months in Taulí
Fuck the rats that only know how to lie
The balls on the table, huh
Man of my word, huh