Os Bos Tempos - Monoulious DOP перевод на английский

Os Bos Tempos

Acórdaste cando eramos pequenos
Aquela festa na iglesia da parroquia
Aquel señor que nos deixaba desnudos
Aquela nena ca que xogaba a escuras
Recordo todo non me lembro de nada
Borrachera na casa de Tamara
Tumbados antre o millo ahh
Donde as estrelas nos iluminaban

Íbamos a plaia nas bicis
Con cadansúa titi
A min gustabame Alba, e a ti
A min gustábanme todas
E despois esperar no canselo
Cun par de juevos esperando un morreo
Que buena estaba
A nai de Rafa

Fasémonos mais juapos e mais vellos
E facendo memoria, mais pequenos.
Fasemonos mais juapos e mais vellos
E cos bos tempos, mais pequenos

O colexio pasamolo voando
Os verans non duraban nada
Non había tecnoloxía
Había imaxinación

Fasemonos mais vellos co tempo
Que fumando tabaco nejro
Fuma fuma fuma, oh oh
Non fumes

A vida é fantástica
Cando tes oito, nove ou dez
Anos, amigos ou mozas
Que nadie che berre por saltar nas posas
Deixémola morriña
Falemos do importante
Pero que buena estaba
Su p madre

Fasémonos mais juapos e mais vellos
E facendo memoria, mais pequenos
Fasemonos mais juapos e mais vellos
E cos bos tempos, mais pequenos

Ca verjonsa non contabas nunca nos teus plans
E ahora que
E ahora que
Ahora das pein
Moita pein

Fasemonos mais juapos e mais vellos
E cos bos tempos, mais pequenos
Fasemonos mais juapos e mais vellos
E cos bos tempos, mais pequenos
Fasemonos mais juapos e mais vellos
E cos bos tempos, mais pequenos
Fasemonos mais juapos e mais vellos
E cos bos tempos, mais pequenos

The Good Times

Do you remember when we were little
That party at the parish church
That man who left us naked
That girl I played with in the dark
I remember everything, I don't remember anything
Getting drunk at Tamara's house
Lying among the corn, ah
Where the stars illuminated us

We went to the beach on our bikes
Each with their little one
I liked Alba, and you
I liked them all
And then wait in the alley
With a couple of balls waiting for a kiss
She was so good
Rafa's mom

We're getting more handsome and older
And remembering, smaller.
We're getting more handsome and older
And with the good times, smaller

School flew by
Summers didn't last long
There was no technology
There was imagination

We're getting older with time
Than smoking black tobacco
Smoke smoke smoke, oh oh
Don't smoke

Life is fantastic
When you're eight, nine or ten
Years, friends or girls
That no one yells at you for jumping in the puddles
Let's leave it to nostalgia
Let's talk about the important thing
But she was so good
His mom

We're getting more handsome and older
And remembering, smaller
We're getting more handsome and older
And with the good times, smaller

Shame never figured in your plans
And now that
And now that
Now you give
A lot of shit

We're getting more handsome and older
And with the good times, smaller
We're getting more handsome and older
And with the good times, smaller
We're getting more handsome and older
And with the good times, smaller
We're getting more handsome and older
And with the good times, smaller