Текст и перевод песни Hard GZ feat. Lupita's Friends - Nautilus

Nautilus

Cadenas, sellos, dientes de oro, porque me siento solo
Y ahora solo lo que brilla lo maquilla todo
Te perdí en Sevilla pero nunca me olvidé de ti
Tus valores no tienen valor pa′ mí, bah

Por suerte tenemos teléfonos que hacen ese papel
De hacerte sentir que disfrutas en el kelly
Mierda, no hay papel, bajo al chino, compro largo
Llego a casa, me enchufo otro petardo

La fama cada vez me gusta menos y más el dinero
Será que llamar la atención no es del todo bueno
Hay gente que te quiere joder, pisarte el freno
Y meter su brazo, pa' comer del pan ajeno

Era bueno, el mundo es un mierda, no nos engañemos
Así que ahora soy malo hasta que nos conocemos
Todo el mundo quiere algo de alguien, es así
Y eso de luchar por quien, ¿quién, quién lucha por mí?

Asiente, busca su pan tocando en a rúa
Bailando, rimando, otros que tatúan
Tocando instrumento, gastando en la púa
Baixo calor do sol e, o fresco da lua

Buah, estoy que me salgo de la órbita
Tengo a Kid Pasto con la escala pentatónica
Haciendo terapia pedagógica pa′ tus panas
A ver si hacéis algo, mejor volver mañana

Está buena tu hermana, lo pesa en la tana
Me lo da y me voy, hasta la semana
El tiempo me roba amigos como a John
Y la televisión los ha vuelto majaras

Abre tus piernas, estás en mi cama
Tu papo en mi cara, lamiendo el portal
Yo quiero tu arcada, en el suelo la baba
Ella se me enfada si me porto mal

Es Lara o Sara, vestida del Zara, da igual
Levanté y no estaba, me fui a grabar
Estoy viviendo de esto, por y para esto, que te voy 'contar
Puta atmósfera que me mata hasta por respirar

Quiero caminar y no parar, puta muerte
Tengo el puto carpe diem incrusta'o pa′ siempre
Hay que joderse, es fácil corromperse
Ser real y tu opinión son cosas diferentes

Quiero caminar y no parar, puta muerte
Tengo el ca-carpe diem incrusta′o pa' siempre
Hay que joderse, fácil corromperse
Ser real y tu opinión son cosas diferentes

Quiero caminar y no parar, puta muerte
Tengo el puto carpe diem incrusta′o pa' siempre
Hay que joderse, es fácil corromperse
Ser real y tu opinión son cosas diferentes

Quiero caminar y no parar, puta muerte
Tengo el ca-carpe diem incrusta′o pa' siempre
Hay que joderse, fácil corromperse
Ser real y tu opinión son cosas diferentes

(Con manejo táctico)
(Yes, yes, yo′)
(Con mi banda)
(Juego de mano mágico)
(Woop-woop! That's the sound of da' police)

Nautilus

Chains, seals, gold teeth, because I feel alone
And now only what shines makes up for everything
I lost you in Seville but I never forgot you
Your values have no value to me, bah

Luckily we have phones that play that role
Of making you feel like you're enjoying yourself in the club
Shit, there's no paper, I'm going down to the Chinese store, buying long
I get home, I plug in another firecracker

I like fame less and less and money more and more
It must be that attracting attention isn't all good
There are people who want to screw you over, step on your brakes
And put their arm in, to eat from someone else's bread

I was good, the world is shit, let's not fool ourselves
So now I'm bad until we get to know each other
Everyone wants something from someone, that's how it is
And that thing about fighting for who, who, who fights for me?

Nod, look for your bread playing on the street
Dancing, rhyming, others tattooing
Playing instruments, spending on the pick
Under the heat of the sun and the cool of the moon

Whoa, I'm going out of orbit
I have Kid Pasto with the pentatonic scale
Doing pedagogical therapy for your buddies
Let's see if you do something, better come back tomorrow

Your sister is hot, she weighs it on the scale
She gives it to me and I leave, until next week
Time steals friends from me like John
And television has made them crazy

Open your legs, you're in my bed
Your boobs in my face, licking the portal
I want your gagging, drool on the floor
She gets mad at me if I misbehave

It's Lara or Sara, dressed from Zara, whatever
I woke up and she wasn't there, I went to record
I'm living off this, for and by this, what can I tell you
Fucking atmosphere that kills me even for breathing

I want to walk and not stop, fucking death
I have the fucking carpe diem embedded forever
You have to fuck yourself, it's easy to get corrupted
Being real and your opinion are different things

I want to walk and not stop, fucking death
I have the ca-carpe diem embedded forever
You have to fuck yourself, it's easy to get corrupted
Being real and your opinion are different things

I want to walk and not stop, fucking death
I have the fucking carpe diem embedded forever
You have to fuck yourself, it's easy to get corrupted
Being real and your opinion are different things

I want to walk and not stop, fucking death
I have the ca-carpe diem embedded forever
You have to fuck yourself, it's easy to get corrupted
Being real and your opinion are different things

(With tactical handling)
(Yes, yes, yo′)
(With my band)
(Magic hand game)
(Woop-woop! That's the sound of da' police)