Текст и перевод песни Manimal - Charles Capoteiro

Charles Capoteiro

Diga charles capa, capota capoteiro
Dez anos de vala, oito de bueiro
Diga charles capa, capota capoteiro
Dez anos de vala, oito de bueiro

Foi na fita da parada do esquema
Resolveu um lance estranho quando a barra sujou
Aí foi tiro tirou seu corpo fora
Arrancou seu corpo fora e ainda asism não se abalou
Pediu uma pinga no boteco da esquina
E com a rapaziada logo ele foi falar
É sangue bom esse forasteiro doido
Já tá até enturmado com os trafica do lugar

Diga Charles!
Diga charles capa, capota capoteiro
Dez anos de vala, oito de bueiro

O destino, meu nêgo, faz coisa acontecer
Conheceu uma menina que ali pareceu
Mas a menina era casada, ainda por cima delegada
Por isso deu no que deu
Ô Maria tomba-homem, seu filho lobisomem quer comer minha galinha no quintal
Ô seu João Marceneiro, seu filho maconheiro tá fumando uma erva no matagal
Mas a história, meu nêgo, tem que continuar
De que adianta trabalho sem ter pouco pra ganhar
Se tá cansado, ele pede
Se tá com fome, ele pede
Se qure fumar, ele pede
Mas comigo não consegue
Ô fila bóia, filão de cigarro
Fila até deputado, fura a fila do lugar
Fila da puta deu tombo em todo mundo
Tem fama de vagabundo, um dia ele vai se ferrar

Diga charles capa, capota capoteiro
Charles capa, capota capoteiro

Charles Capoteiro

Tell me, Charles Capoteiro, why are you always hiding around in ditches and sewers?
Ten years in the gutter, eight in the drain,
Tell me, Charles Capoteiro, why are you always hiding around in ditches and sewers?
Ten years in the gutter, eight in the drain,

It was during a parade in the favela,
You got yourself into a sticky situation when things went south,
And so you shot your way out,
You shot your way out and still didn't even flinch,
You asked for a drink at the corner bar,
And soon you were chatting with the locals,
This crazy outsider is good people,
He's already become one of the local drug dealers.

Tell me, Charles!
Tell me, Charles Capoteiro, why are you always hiding around in ditches and sewers?
Ten years in the gutter, eight in the drain,

Fate, my dear, has a way of making things happen,
You met a girl who appeared out of nowhere,
But she was married, to a policewoman no less,
Which is why things ended the way they did,
Oh, Maria Troublemaker, your werewolf son wants to eat my chickens in the yard,
Oh, Mr. Carpenter, your pothead son is smoking weed in the bushes,
But the story, my dear, must go on,
What's the point of working if you don't earn anything?
If you're tired, he asks for money,
If you're hungry, he asks for money,
If he wants to smoke, he asks for money,
But he won't get any from me,
Oh, freeloader, cigarette bum,
He even cuts in line ahead of the politicians,
He pushed his way to the front of the prostitute's line,
He's got a reputation as a lazy bum, one day he'll get what's coming to him.

Tell me, Charles Capoteiro, why are you always hiding around in ditches and sewers?
Charles Capoteiro, why are you always hiding around in ditches and sewers?