Текст и перевод песни Pepet I Marieta - Mal rollos

Mal rollos

Carla, americana o espill
E d'Equipo A o Parchís
Pacualet lo camell
Sempre n'està de tot provist
Domés l'has de trucar
Abans de la mitja nit
I ell t'ho porta a casa en un bufit
Deu fer cosa d'un any
Que dos mossos lo van pillar
En un sac de parxís i carlota sense tallar
Li van fotre un puro que el van dixa escolat
I dos mesos al trullo cul petat
I es que és sempre al pelacanyes
A qui li toca escurar
Los plats bruts del peix més gros
Que talla lo bacallà
Jo no vull malrollos no vull ser camell
Però ai què faríem sense ells
Jo no vull malrollos no vull ser camell
La presó està plena de penya corrent
Pos diu que ara fa un mes
Pujant les costes d'Alcanar
Se'ls va tornar a trobar
Alcolímetro a la mà
Portava deu tripis
Se va vore acorral·lat
I va el tio i se'ls fot tots
A la boca d'un grapat
Ells li barren lo pas
"Bona nit, bufi aquí sisplau"
Marca sota el llindar
"Moltes gràcies adéu-siau"
I quan los perd de vista
Para a un marge pa bossar
Però l'àcid no perdona
Ja comença a delirar
L'atre dia un pagès
Lo va vore pel Montsià
En un conill sense pell
I un garrot a l'atra mà
Jo no vull malrollos no vull ser camell
Però ai què faríem sense ells
Jo no vull malrollos no vull ser camell
La presí està plena de penya corrent

Bad vibes

Carla, American or Mirror
And from Team A or Parcheesi
Pacualet the drug dealer
Is always stocked with everything
You have to call him
Before midnight
And he'll bring it to you at home in a jiffy
It must have been about a year
That two cops caught him
In a bag of parcheesi and uncut charlotte
They beat him up so bad he was left drained
And two months in prison with a sore butt
And he's always in the firing line
The one who has to clean
The dirty dishes of the biggest fish
Who's carving up the cod
I don't want bad vibes, I don't want to be a drug dealer
But oh darling, what would we do without them
I don't want bad vibes, I don't want to be a drug dealer
The prison's full of running mates
Apparently about a month ago
Coming up the Alcanar hills
He bumped into them again
Breathalyzer in hand
He had ten tabs
He saw he was trapped
And the guy goes and chugs them all
In one gulp
They block his way
"Good evening, would you please blow here"
Registers below the threshold
"Thank you very much, good-bye"
And when they're out of sight
He stops by a verge to vomit
But the acid doesn't forgive
He's starting to go crazy
The other day a farmer
Saw him by Montsià
In a rabbit without skin
And a stick in the other hand
I don't want bad vibes, I don't want to be a drug dealer
But oh darling, what would we do without them
I don't want bad vibes, I don't want to be a drug dealer
The prison is full of running mates