Текст и перевод песни GOG - Control S Dor

Control S Dor

Digitei no impulso, já com teclado em curso
Aplicativo trava, ampliei o zoom
Todos amigos, amigos em comum
Alt lá, messenger pra cada um

Cinco mil no perfil, nenhum pra refil
Ninguém abriu o Face, todos no Backspace
Área de trabalho, histórico, menu, timeline
Todos em off, barra, só eu online

Periféricos no gabinete num enter e sai
Monitor arrastou, não controlador akay
Del é mais, me salve dus mouse, dus pause
De caps e uns lock, oh shift, gerenciador assiste

Na placa mãe pede ctrl alt del
Processador, memória? Superou o Intel
Atalhos no pente, links page up, page down
Delete no arquivo, o HD deu pau

Versão WiFi, era 3G fiquei fora da área
A função vai te dar up, esc, escada por escada
Cada janela, entrada e saída tá fechada pra você
Aqui fim, sem home, sem fan, page virada

Click na sua fonte, erase nesse seu perfil
Calor, subiu a temperatura do capacitor
Pra lixeira o vírus letal, que você transmitiu
Dali, ctrl S dor Brasil

Ctrl S dor, ctrl S dor
A favela nas teclas do computador
Ctrl S dor, ctrl S dor
A favela na tela computa a dor

Ctrl S dor, ctrl S dor
A favela nas teclas do computador
Ctrl S dor, ctrl S dor
A favela na tela computa a dor

Atirei no impulso, já com a batalha em curso
A carabina trava, agora quem me salva
O rádio não fala, transmissão falha
Traído pelo amuleto, sniper do gueto

Meu covil curtiu, lombrou até as seis da manhã
Apagou, capotou, não tomou café da manhã
Dormiram todos amontoados
Só eu de pé, tomei café gelado

Acordaram no susto
Correria, aquele entra e sai
Bala acertou: ai
Soldado controla a dor e vai

Deus é mais, livre minha derme do verme
De boina preta e bota, dedo em riste, gerente resiste
Conhecimento da área facilita o controle
Cara sorrindo imitando emoji, mãe

Ainda não foi hoje, cada beco e viela
Cada currutela, nasci pra ela
Sou vulgo, desse sugo, a transversal e a paralela

Passou um tempão fora da área
Justo depois do susto, sobe com a cara de lei áurea
Cada barraco, o seu fraco, lacrado, porta, cortina
Jogatina, trocou cabeça, soprou guilhotina

Rapa vai riscar do mapa, deixar só a capa
Pneu aqueceu frango frito, tá servido na chapa
Catinga vem, subiu, divertiu, livre fuzil
Dali, Salvador, Brasil

Control S dor, control S dor
A favela nas teclas do computador
Control S dor, control S dor
A favela na tela, computa a dor

Control S dor, control S dor
A favela nas teclas do computador
Control S dor, control S dor
A favela na tela, computa a dor

Control S Pain

I typed on impulse, with the keyboard already running
The application crashed, I zoomed in
All friends, friends in common
Alt there, messenger for each one

Five thousand on the profile, none for refill
Nobody opened Facebook, everyone on Backspace
Desktop, history, menu, timeline
Everyone offline, bar, just me online

Peripherals in the cabinet in an enter and exit
Monitor dragged, not AKay controller
Del is more, save me from the mouse and the pause
From caps and locks, oh shift, manager watching

On the motherboard it asks for ctrl alt del
Processor, memory? Surpassed Intel
Shortcuts on the comb, page up, page down links
Delete in the file, the HD crashed

WiFi version, it was 3G I was out of range
The function will give you up, esc, staircase by staircase
Each window, entrance and exit is closed for you
Here is the end, no home, no fan, page turned

Click on your source, erase on your profile
Heat, the temperature of the capacitor rose
The lethal virus you transmitted to the trash
From there, ctrl S pain Brazil

Ctrl S pain, ctrl S pain
The favela on the computer keys
Ctrl S pain, ctrl S pain
The favela on the screen calculates the pain

Ctrl S pain, ctrl S pain
The favela on the computer keys
Ctrl S pain, ctrl S pain
The favela on the screen calculates the pain

I shot on impulse, already with the battle underway
The carbine jams, now who will save me
The radio doesn't speak, the transmission fails
Betrayed by the amulet, the ghetto sniper

My lair liked it, it reminded me until six in the morning
It went out, it capsized, it didn't have breakfast
They all slept huddled together
Only I got up, I had iced coffee

They woke up in a fright
Rushing, that coming and going
The bullet hit: ouch
The soldier controls the pain and goes

God is greater, free my dermis from the worm
In black beret and boots, finger on alert, manager resists
Knowledge of the area facilitates control
Face smiling imitating emoji, mother

It hasn't been today, every alley and lane
Every slum, I was born for it
I'm vulgo, from that juice, the transversal and the parallel

He spent a long time out of the area
Right after the scare, he shows up with the face of the golden law
Each shack, its weakness, sealed, door, curtain
Gambling, changed heads, blew guillotine

Rapa is going to wipe it off the map, leave only the cover
The tire heated up the fried chicken, it's served on the plate
The stench arrives, rises, entertains, a liberated rifle
From there, Salvador, Brazil

Control S pain, control S pain
The favela on the computer keys
Control S pain, control S pain
The favela on the screen, calculates the pain

Control S pain, control S pain
The favela on the computer keys
Control S pain, control S pain
The favela on the screen, calculates the pain