Текст и перевод песни Fly so High - Wannabitch

Wannabitch

Aunque le aqueje la congoja y se sienta fatal
Porque un cabron hijo de puta la ha tratado mal
Va con sus brujas hoy de fiesta para conquistar
Y a su coño le dio licencia para matar
No es primer vez que se da esta situación
Otro fracaso más en su colección
Pero por hoy cerrara su corazón
Mientras la rumba siga ¡On and on and on¡
Novato el "Don Juan" que se le acercó
Iba demasiado rápido, se equivocó
No comprendió la mujer que se encontró
Por eso sin piedad lo despachó y ¿cómo no?
Si tiene presa ella sabe que va a cazar
No curara su herida pero se quiere vengar
Las cosas se dieron bien, se lo logro follar
Y otra vez se siente fatal

Otro finde y otro desliz
Si así piensas curarte que triste es ser feliz
No eres de hojalata, te sangra la nariz
No te dio para ser puta
Triste WannaBitch
Otro finde y otro desliz
Si así piensas curarte que triste es ser feliz
Labios color sangre, y sangre por la nariz
No te dio para ser puta
Triste WannaBitch

- ¡Ay no! imagínate que ayer estaba por
Allá toda borracha y terminé culiando con un man
- ¡Ay! ¿Y entonces que pasó, se le vino adentro o lo tenía chiquito?
- ¡Ay si bebé!, lo tenía chiquito y me quería llevar a rastrojiar
- ¡Ay mucho malparido! ¿y entonces que pasó?
- ¡Ay no! por allá terminamos moteliando,
¿Pero podés creer que ni me la quiso chupar?
-¡iiiuuu! ¿Y usted si se lo chupo a él?
- ¡Ay sí! Tan boba

Malo, no es despertar en otra cama, es no sentirse bien
Otro episodio más de sexo y depresión postday
Abrir los ojos entre brazos de no sé quién
Mientras el alma grita ¡May day, may day!
Vanagloriarse con las chicas sin hablarles claro
Que te ha dejado tras el pecho un sentimiento raro
Ya lo llamaste y el tipo no ha llamado
Nunca revelarás que en verdad te ha gustado
Vaya sorpresa ir de fiera y resultar ser presa
Hablemos de esa ¿verdad que no te interesa?
Estas vacía tanto como el que profesa
No probar del pecado donde acuña su tristeza
Y si quien te ofendió a tu lado llegara
Descargarías tu frustración en su cara
Reclamarías por todas tus noches malas
Llorarías, y hasta fidelidad reclamaras
Pero tranquila no arruinaste tu reputación
Te vieron pocos y esos pocos muy discretos son
Ocultar todo es la misión,
Ser una niña buena y no causar discusión
Dime ¿Qué sientes? No, no respondas
No quiero hacerte preguntas profundas
Lo único malo de que mientas y te escondas
Es que donde faltan putas siempre sobran morrongas

Otro finde y otro desliz
Si así piensas curarte que triste es ser feliz
No eres de hojalata, te sangra la nariz
No te dio para ser puta
Triste WannaBitch
Otro finde y otro desliz
Si así piensas curarte que triste es ser feliz
Labios color sangre, y sangre por la nariz
No te dio para ser puta
Triste WannaBitch

- ¡Ah! Pero eso no son penas, ¿vamos a fumar entonces o qué?
- ¡Ay sí! Amiga vamos de fuma,
Yo ni siquiera sé que hice, ni siquiera sé por qué hice eso
- ¡Ah! Paila nené, desculeo no hay
- Desculeo no hay pero me siento fatal
- ¡Ah! Pero ya qué hoy es otro día,
Lavese esa vagina bien lavadita y vamos pa' la calle o ¿Qué?
- ¡Ay! Si ya, suerte con ese man en 15 estoy lista, chao

Otro finde y otro desliz
Si así piensas curarte que triste es ser feliz
No eres de hojalata, te sangra la nariz
No te dio para ser puta
Triste WannaBitch
Otro finde y otro desliz
Si así piensas curarte que triste es ser feliz
Labios color sangre, y sangre por la nariz
No te dio para ser puta
Triste WannaBitch

Wannabitch

Even if she feels anguish and feels terrible
Because a motherfucker has treated her wrong
She's going out with her witches tonight to conquer
And her pussy has a license to kill
This is not the first time she's been in this situation.
Another failure in her collection
But for today she will close her heart
While the music plays ¡On and on and on!
Rookie "Don Juan" who approached her
He was going too fast, he made a mistake
He didn't understand the woman he met
That's why she mercilessly dismissed him, and how could she not?
If she has prey she knows she's going to hunt
She won't heal her wound but she wants revenge
Things went well, she managed to fuck him
And again she feels terrible

Another weekend and another slip
If this is how you think you'll heal, how sad it is to be happy
You're not made of tin, your nose is bleeding
You didn't get to be a whore
Sad WannaBitch
Another weekend and another slip
If this is how you think you'll heal, how sad it is to be happy
Blood-colored lips, and blood from the nose
You didn't get to be a whore
Sad WannaBitch

- Oh no! Imagine yesterday I was over there
All drunk and I ended up fucking some guy.
- Oh! So what happened, did he cum inside you or was he small?
- Oh yeah baby! he was small and wanted to take me to a diner!
- Oh, what a bastard! So what happened?
- Oh no! We ended up at a motel,
But can you believe he didn't even want to suck it?
-Ewww! Did you suck him off?
- Oh yeah! So silly

Bad, it's not waking up in another bed, it's not feeling well
Another episode of sex and post-day depression
Opening your eyes in the arms of I don't know who
While the soul screams May day, may day!
Boasting to the girls without telling them clearly
That he left you with a strange feeling in your chest
You already called him and the guy didn't call back.
You'll never reveal that you actually liked him.
What a surprise to go from beast to prey
Let's talk about that truth you're not interested in?
You are as empty as the one who professes
Not to taste sin where his sadness rests
And if the one who offended you came to your side
You would unleash your frustration on his face
You would complain about all your bad nights
You would cry, and even demand fidelity.
But don't worry, you didn't ruin your reputation.
Few people saw you and those few are very discreet
Hiding everything is the mission,
To be a good girl and not cause an argument
Tell me how do you feel? No, don't answer.
I don't want to ask you deep questions.
The only bad thing about you lying and hiding
Is that where there's a shortage of whores, there's always plenty of sluts.

Another weekend and another slip
If this is how you think you'll heal, how sad it is to be happy
You're not made of tin, your nose is bleeding
You didn't get to be a whore
Sad WannaBitch
Another weekend and another slip
If this is how you think you'll heal, how sad it is to be happy
Blood-colored lips, and blood from the nose
You didn't get to be a whore
Sad WannaBitch

- Ah! But those are not sorrows, shall we smoke then or what?
- Oh yeah! Let's go smoke, girlfriend,
I don't even know what I did, I don't even know why I did that.
- Ah! Too bad, baby, no unfucking
- No unfucking but I feel terrible.
- Ah! But what's done is done, today is another day.
Wash that vagina nice and clean and let's hit the streets or what?
- Oh yeah! I'm ready by 3, bye.

Another weekend and another slip
If this is how you think you'll heal, how sad it is to be happy
You're not made of tin, your nose is bleeding
You didn't get to be a whore
Sad WannaBitch
Another weekend and another slip
If this is how you think you'll heal, how sad it is to be happy
Blood-colored lips, and blood from the nose
You didn't get to be a whore
Sad WannaBitch