Текст и перевод песни Malajunta Malandro - Bla, Bla, Bla

Bla, Bla, Bla

Le da un re asco que yo sea esto un negro del ghetto,
Caravana que soy un hueco,
Que esto que aquello y bla bla bla esta perfecto es tu pensamiento
Alla-lla mama que ayer tus besos no decían eso bacan bacan cara de
Culo y superada una burguesita de mi hood nariz parada paseando su
Perrito de esa marca super cara el mismo que Susana vale un ojo de la
Cara arranca la mañana con el sol sale a correr yo en pedo con mi
Pana del bajón, nada que ver nos mira con asquito pero bueno igual
Saluda yo todo amanecido hola reina preciousura se que somos vecinos,
Pero nada en común yo le compro en los chinos ella compra en
Carrefour anduvo por Paris,
Alemania y Estambul yo fui a Mundo Marino a La Plata y a Dock Sud me
Acuerdo que con ella tome mi primer Uber yo re de la botella perdí
Hasta la sube me la cruze re puesta y quería que la
Ayude que le abra la puerta y me dijo ¿usted no sube?
Yo me quede careta igual le dije bueno me cruzo una pierna le tocaba
El pelo me dio un beso en la jeta me dijo mi villero que yo estaba re
Bueno y ahí quedo y nos vemo' le da un re asco que yo sea esto un
Negro del ghetto caravana que soy un hueco,
Que esto que aquello y bla bla bla esta
Perfecto es tu pensamiento alla-lla mama...
Que ayer tus besos no decían eso bacan bacan esa noche la mejor
Bajamos en tu casa dijo así con voz de amor sus besos de champagne y
Mi sabor a termidor hicieron empañar los vidrio del
Automotor como abre el portón me pregunto ¿es eléctrico?
Me reí le dije no es algo mas técnico tiene un pasador y un ganchito
Mas estético hecho de un alambresito mas villerico increíble ese
Minon en mi cama esa piel color arena mojada nos hicimos re pelota re
En llama pero fue solo esa noche y mas nada sus amigas del
Country no van a permitir que ande con este ladri muerto de "
Hungry-Bird" y los pibes en la esquina ¿que le voy a decir?
No van a creer ni ahí corte re salchigil pero bueno que paso,
Paso y que entre todos los chetitos este negro te gusto el caverna
Ese de un 20 de Junio el que te llevo hasta tu casa ahí en el
Manubrio Le da un re asco que yo sea esto un negro del ghetto,
Caravana que soy un hueco,
Que esto que aquello y bla bla bla esta perfecto es tu
Pensamiento alla-lla mama que ayer
Tus besos no decían eso bacan bacan.

Blah, Blah, Blah

It disgusts you that I'm just a ghetto black guy,
A lowlife from the projects,
That this, that and the other, blah blah blah, your thoughts are perfect
But hey mama, last night your kisses didn't say that, cool cool, stuck-up
Ass, a little bourgeois from my hood, walking her
Super expensive designer dog, the same as Susana, worth a fortune,
Starts the morning with the sun, goes for a run, me hungover with my
Buddy coming down, nothing in common, she looks at us with disgust but
Still says hello, me all groggy, "Hello queen, precious," I know we're neighbors,
But nothing in common, I shop at the cheap stores, she shops at
Carrefour, she's been to Paris,
Germany and Istanbul, I went to Mundo Marino, La Plata and Dock Sud, I
Remember I took my first Uber with her, me drunk off the bottle, I even lost
My SUBE card, I ran into her all dressed up and she wanted me to
Help her, to open the door for her and she said "Aren't you coming up?"
I was caught off guard, I told her "Okay," I crossed my legs, she touched my
Hair, gave me a kiss on the cheek, told me my little thug that I was really
Good and that was it, and we'll see each other, it disgusts her that I'm just a
Ghetto black guy, a lowlife from the projects,
That this, that and the other, blah blah blah,
It's perfect, your thoughts, but hey mama...
Last night your kisses didn't say that, cool cool, that night the best
We went down to your house, you said it like that, with a voice full of love, your champagne kisses and
My taste of stew made the windows fog up,
Of the car, "How do you open the gate?" she asked me, "Is it electric?"
I laughed, I told her "No, it's something more technical, it has a latch and a little hook"
More aesthetic, made of a little wire, more ghetto, incredible that
Babe in my bed, that wet, sandy skin, we got all tangled up, all
Fired up, but it was just that night and nothing more, her friends from the
Country club won't let her mess with this deadbeat thief from "
Hungry-Bird" and the guys on the corner, what am I gonna tell them?
They won't believe it one bit, I look like a total idiot but hey, what happened,
Happened, and that among all the rich guys, this black guy, the caveman, you liked
The one from June 20th, the one who took you home, there on the
Handlebars, It disgusts you that I'm just a ghetto black guy,
A lowlife from the projects,
That this, that and the other, blah blah blah, it's perfect, your
Thoughts, but hey mama,
Last night your kisses didn't say that, cool cool.