Текст и перевод песни Jack Parow - I Miss

I Miss

Asi son mis perros
Ellos huelen el miedo saltan cuando hay que saltar muerden al que
Esta en el medio
Colmillos destierro perdieron la verguenza son cortos de paciencia ya
No tienen remedio
Los conoci en la calle
Entre lineas que no rayen
Deambulan entre sid down melbourn el 20 valle
Todos encariñados con las malas caras
De ellos hablan mal pero pasan y nadie dice nada
Solo se encargan de alcohol y de sus porros
Es que si van por algo esos van por todo
Todos dejan que pasen
Mis perros tienen clase y no es por lo que visten si no como lo hacen
Y es de verdad tienen respeto donde van
Muchos no los an visto pero saben donde estan

Se suelen embriagar hasta ya no dar mas
Buscaron competencia pero nadie fue capas

Ellos mis perros matan por mi yo muero por ellos

Son vagos callejeros sin collares en el cuello
Mezcla de alcohol barrio y un toque de ingenio
Escriben con el corazon nunca tubieron dueño
Vuelan libres con versos de grueso calibre
Mi sexto sentido que invade despido insensible
Olfatean y mean al falso
Crean y crean ideas no hay descanso su amistad no la transo

Se que nunca estare solo ellos vigilan mis pasos
Conocimos juntos el exito tambien el fracaso
Los altos los bajos la calles y sus atajos librando de los pacos
Evitando el trabajo y no quiero mas
Que larga vida pa mi clan
Perras vienen perras van mis perros
Ya no deambulan por el barrio van por el mundo entero
Benditos sean mis perros callejeros

Son mis perros mi crew de la cuna al ataud
Tan enfermos aunque todo el dia digan salud
Aqui solo encuentras exceso en menu
Despilfarran solamente ahorran en shampoo
La real junta van callaos no se alumbran planes no se frustran tienen
Lo que buscan
Con humildad no hay otra forma de caminar simplemente rap quien
Mierda quiere cambiar (quien)
Quien me da mejor razon para brindar
Mc se lansan te apañan hasta vomitar
En las buenas en las malas igual ahi van a estar
Si la antena o si las panas pudieran hablar
Cuantas caras vieron pasar por esa plaza
Hermanitos de calle perros de confianza
E familia aunque anden lejos de casa
Los cuento con los deos niuno de ellos se reemplaza

I Miss

That's how my dogs are
They smell fear, they jump when they need to jump, they bite whoever
Is in the middle
Fangs of exile, they lost their shame, they are short on patience, they
Have no remedy
I met them on the street
Between lines that don't scratch
They wander between Sid Down Melbourne, the 20th Valley
All fond of bad faces
They speak ill of them but they pass and nobody says anything
They only care about alcohol and their joints
It's that if they go for something, those guys go for everything
Everyone lets them pass
My dogs have class and it's not because of what they wear but how they do it
And it's true, they have respect wherever they go
Many haven't seen them but they know where they are

They tend to get drunk until they can't take it anymore
They looked for competition but no one was capable

They, my dogs, kill for me, I die for them

They are stray dogs, without collars on their necks
A mix of alcohol, neighborhood, and a touch of ingenuity
They write with their hearts, they never had an owner
They fly free with verses of thick caliber
My sixth sense that invades, insensitive dismissal
They sniff and piss on the fake
They create and create ideas, there's no rest, their friendship I don't trade

I know I'll never be alone, they watch my steps
We knew success together, also failure
The highs, the lows, the streets and their shortcuts, escaping from the cops
Avoiding work, and I don't want more
Than a long life for my clan
Bitches come, bitches go, my dogs
They no longer roam the neighborhood, they go around the whole world
Blessed be my stray dogs

They are my dogs, my crew from the cradle to the coffin
So sick, even though they say "bless you" all day long
Here you only find excess on the menu
They only splurge, they save on shampoo
The real meeting, they go quiet, plans don't get frustrated, they have
What they are looking for
With humility, there's no other way to walk, simply rap, who the
Fuck wants to change (who)
Who gives me a better reason to toast
MCs launch themselves, they catch you until you vomit
In the good times and the bad, they will still be there
If the antenna or the homies could talk
How many faces did they see pass through that square
Little brothers from the street, dogs of trust
And family, even if they are far from home
I count them with my fingers, none of them are replaceable