Текст и перевод песни Lildami feat. Sr. Chen - Pau Gasol

Pau Gasol

Rodejat de gent i em sento sol.
Fa ja massa dies que no aixequem el vol.
Cansat de plorar i no trobar consol.
Cansat de no trobar-te en els llençols.
I cada nit, et sento al pit,
I en cada crit, tot sembla petit...
... Pau Gasol

Ua, si per més que et busco no et puc trobar.
Ua, aixeco les mans però no trobo paraules.
Ua, cansat de buscar i cansat de cansar-me.
Ua, vinc a trobar-te, d′una manera o una altra.
MVP de la lliga que vaig crear,
Jo ja feia això abans d'aprendre a afaitar-me.
I no sóc violent però, mama, haig de defensar-me,
Volia la mansió i està plena de fantasmes.
Damn, ara el meu equip juga en primera.
Disparem directe a la cistella.
Perquè això era el que volia des de l′escola bressol.
Del 0 al 100, de baix al top, sentir-me com Pau Gasol.
I la veritat està bé, però valoraria més
Arribar a casa i no haver de dormir sol.
I què haig de pensar? Que vas de farol?
Si deies que m'estimaves i ara no sé què vols
Per cada frase que escric perdo un amic i una futura ex,
Només volia ser feliç però, merda, és massa complex.
Ni per tenir joies, en fi, ja no em queda res,
Perquè estic perdent de 4 i màxim tiro de 3, Dami!

Rodejat de gent i em sento sol.
Fa ja massa dies que no aixequem el vol.
Cansat de plorar i no trobar consol.
Cansat de no trobar-te en els llençols.
I cada nit, et sento al pit,
I en cada crit, tot sembla petit...
... Pau Gasol.

Ua, si per més que busco no et puc trobar i...
Ua, aixeco les mans però no trobo paraules.
Ua, cansat de buscar i cansat de cansar-me.
Ua, vinc a trobar-te, d'una manera o una altra.

Les coses que he deixat de banda.
Per sortir-me de lo estàndard.
La gent que no em parla, a contracorrent, en temporal i sense ancla.
Quan passi la guerra i només ens quedin galons
Veurem si ha valgut la pena buidar els carregadors.
Era màgic com Johnson, només queden records,
Dels polvos convertits en cendra que transformo en cançons.
A l′últim quart d′un partit difícil de remuntar,
Amb dilema personal de no saber si vull tirar.
La cara B de la fama, la foscor de brillar,
Quan només tens boles negres en el teu bitllar.
El capità de l'equip però l′equip no confia en tu,
A la zona de 3 segons però ningú et fa l'alley oop.
Fora de la realitat com el doctor Tornassol,
Em sento com Pau Gasol.

Rodejat de gent i em sento sol.
Fa ja massa dies que no aixequem el vol.
Cansat de plorar i no trobar consol.
Cansat de no trobar-te en els llençols.
I cada nit, et sento al pit,
I en cada crit, tot sembla petit...
...Pau Gasol.

Ua, si per més que et busco no et puc trobar.
Ua, aixeco les mans però no trobo paraules.
Ua, cansat de buscar i cansat de cansar-me.
Ua, vinc a trobar-te, d′una manera o una altra.

Pau Gasol

Surrounded by people, yet I feel alone.
It's been too many days since we last took flight.
Tired of crying and finding no solace.
Tired of not finding you in our sheets.
And every night, I feel you in my chest,
And with every cry, everything seems small...
...Pau Gasol

Whoa, no matter how much I search, I can't find you.
Whoa, I raise my hands but find no words.
Whoa, tired of searching and tired of getting tired.
Whoa, I come to find you, one way or another.
MVP of the league I created,
I was doing this before I even learned to shave.
And I'm not violent, but mama, I have to defend myself,
I wanted the mansion, and it's full of ghosts.
Damn, now my team plays in the first division.
We shoot straight for the basket.
Because this is what I wanted since preschool.
From 0 to 100, from bottom to top, feeling like Pau Gasol.
And the truth is fine, but I would value more
Coming home and not having to sleep alone.
And what should I think? That you're bluffing?
If you said you loved me, now I don't know what you want
For every line I write, I lose a friend and a future ex,
I just wanted to be happy, but damn, it's too complex.
Even with jewels, in the end, I have nothing left,
Because I'm losing by 4 and at most I shoot 3s, Dami!

Surrounded by people, yet I feel alone.
It's been too many days since we last took flight.
Tired of crying and finding no solace.
Tired of not finding you in our sheets.
And every night, I feel you in my chest,
And with every cry, everything seems small...
...Pau Gasol.

Whoa, no matter how much I search, I can't find you and...
Whoa, I raise my hands but find no words.
Whoa, tired of searching and tired of getting tired.
Whoa, I come to find you, one way or another.

The things I've left behind.
To break free from the standard.
The people who don't talk to me, against the current, in a storm and without an anchor.
When the war is over and only stripes remain
We'll see if it was worth emptying the magazines.
It was magical like Johnson, only memories remain,
Of the dust turned to ashes that I transform into songs.
In the last quarter of a difficult game to come back,
With the personal dilemma of not knowing if I want to shoot.
The B-side of fame, the darkness of shining,
When you only have black balls in your bowling alley.
The team captain, but the team doesn't trust you,
In the 3-second zone, but nobody gives you the alley-oop.
Out of reality like Professor Calculus,
I feel like Pau Gasol.

Surrounded by people, yet I feel alone.
It's been too many days since we last took flight.
Tired of crying and finding no solace.
Tired of not finding you in our sheets.
And every night, I feel you in my chest,
And with every cry, everything seems small...
...Pau Gasol.

Whoa, no matter how much I search, I can't find you.
Whoa, I raise my hands but find no words.
Whoa, tired of searching and tired of getting tired.
Whoa, I come to find you, one way or another.