Текст и перевод песни Lng Sht - Muchacha I

Muchacha I

No quería ir a esa fiesta, no me arrepiento, fue presión de mis amigos, tal vez Internet lento
No recuerdo, no estaba en el mood de ver películas, mutiladas o peor aún, sobrio en sábado
Llegué, la vi: estatura mediana, pelo corto, falda larga, mi clase de dama
Desastroso sé que es sólo un órgano pero, mi corazón bombeaba como pa' secar un pozo
Me admito instantáneamente enamorado, sintiéndome más creep que Thom Yorke y su ojo raro
Voy por cerveza adentro (es su casa terco), no creo que pase nada si voy y me le acerco
Y efusiva me da un beso en la mejilla y "hola, ¿cómo estás?"
Sí, respondí y me retiré enseguida (super awkward), pero ¿Sabes?
Me sentía Scott Pilgrim y ella es mi Ramona Flowers

Y no dejo de pensar en ella
Y no dejo de pensar en ella
Y no dejo de pensar en ella
Y no dejo de...

Dos meses aparte reconozco esa sonrisa, en un show de arte viendo prints de GOLPEAVISA
Showcase que devasta, está Longshot en el flyer, coros de mi punk de rastas y manos al aire
Se acerca y me dice; "estuvo muy padre", la verdad odio el rap pero lo suyo es único
Yo sólo intuyo está siendo muy amable, pero con tal de ligar, mudemos la fiesta a mi calle
Y en un bar de estrés luego compartimos mesa y una semana después la llevo a cenar hamburguesas
No me resistí, quise besarla en Halloween, dice que pare, en sí está saliendo con alguien
Y el fin viaja a verlo, pero nos mensajeamos, aparentemente no sabe que siente y quedamos
La paso a buscar al aeropuerto y en fa, paramos en el tramo a fajar en el sofá de un Starbucks

Y no dejo de pensar en ella
Y no dejo de pensar en ella
Y no dejo de pensar en ella
Y no dejo de...

Sin título claro, dijo: "sólo salimos", pero si hablamos diario y somos más que amigos
Me basta, porque no hay cláusula capaz de lograr que no quiera besarme con nadie más
Pero con ella me salía natural siempre nos divertíamos sin plan, sabíamos improvisar
Y nos reíamos de todo y de todos y de todos modos, ambos somos de corte anti-social
Su estilo: determinada, nada la para
Su look: de combat boots y shorts, t-shirt de arcade fire
Su ipod: de pitchfork, si es lenta, pongo best coast en la tornamesa, para comermela
Su defecto: no ha visto cine de culto (¿cómo que no has visto volver al futuro?, ¿estás loca?)
Nerviosa pero infeliz me suelta la sopa, encontró trabajo fuera del país y a quien le importa

¿Qué onda?, habla Benjamín
Oye hijo, necesito saber que pedo, si vas a llegar o si no vas a llegar, porque ya tengo casi 3 horas esperándote
No contestas, no escribes, no avisaste, no cancelaste
No sé si quieres que terminemos el tatuaje o qué pedo
O no sé si te sientas muy cabrón y ya crees que puedes dejar a la gente plantada así
Dime que pedo o si no ve a chingar a tu madre.

Girl I

I didn't want to go to that party, I don't regret it, it was pressure from my friends, maybe slow Internet
I don't remember, I wasn't in the mood to watch movies, mutilated or even worse, sober on a Saturday
I arrived, I saw her: medium height, short hair, long skirt, my kind of lady
Disastrous I know it's just an organ but, my heart was pumping like to dry a well
I admit instantly in love, feeling creepier than Thom Yorke and his weird eye
I'm going for a beer inside (it's her house, stubborn), I don't think anything will happen if I go and approach her
And she gives me an effusive kiss on the cheek and "hello, how are you?"
Yes, I replied and withdrew immediately (super awkward), but you know?
I felt like Scott Pilgrim and she's my Ramona Flowers

And I can't stop thinking about her
And I can't stop thinking about her
And I can't stop thinking about her
And I can't stop...

Two months apart I recognize that smile, at an art show watching prints of GOLPEAVISA
Devastating showcase, Longshot is on the flyer, choruses of my punk rap and hands in the air
She approaches me and says: "It was very cool", the truth is I hate rap but hers is unique
I just sense she's being very kind, but if we're going to hook up, let's move the party to my street
And in a stressful bar, we later share a table and a week later I take her out for burgers
I couldn't resist, I wanted to kiss her on Halloween, she says stop, she's actually dating someone
And in the end she travels to see him, but we message each other, apparently she doesn't know what she feels and we stay
I pick her up at the airport and in fa, we stop on the way to make out on the sofa of a Starbucks

And I can't stop thinking about her
And I can't stop thinking about her
And I can't stop thinking about her
And I can't stop...

Without a clear title, she said: "we're just dating", but if we talk every day and we're more than friends
It's enough for me, because there's no clause that can make me not want to kiss anyone else
But with her it came naturally, we always had fun without a plan, we knew how to improvise
And we laughed at everything and everyone and anyway, we are both anti-social
Her style: determined, nothing stops her
Her look: combat boots and shorts, Arcade Fire t-shirt
Her iPod: Pitchfork, if it's slow, I put Best Coast on the turntable, to eat her
Her flaw: she hasn't seen cult films (How come you haven't seen Back to the Future, are you crazy?)
Nervous but unhappy, she spills the beans on me, she found a job out of the country and who cares

What's up? This is Benjamin speaking
Hey son, I need to know what's going on, if you're going to come or if you're not going to come, because I've been waiting for you for almost 3 hours
You don't answer, you don't write, you didn't let me know, you didn't cancel
I don't know if you want us to finish the tattoo or what the hell
Or I don't know if you feel like a badass and you think you can stand people up like that
Tell me what the hell or go fuck yourself