Текст и перевод песни PROFJAM - Lodi Dodi

Lodi Dodi

Pronto eu vou usar essa dica ai caralho
Ô, muito bom
Poê no som pra gente vibrar
And what we have to ask is

Why is it that God hasn't punished us-
Well first of all God-

Enquanto tu fue, quanto tu fue, quanto tu fue
Quanto tu fue, quan, quan, enquanto tu fue
Vibra ai
And now the voice you've been waiting-

O meu puto solta gargalhadas cheio de papa cerelac
Papá deita tabaco numa capa do Saramago
Mistura com plantas vindas de um saco
Oriundas de uma cave trancada à chave
Fuck um bogatti

Eu acordo doente depois da party
O meu terceiro olho tá atento tipo illuminati
Safoda shawty
Casaste comigo agora é lodi dodi

Sou mais fresco que o Doug e c'um style de um teletubbie
Esquivo da esquizo tipo Goku contra Freiza
Mente prega partidas tipo festa de Halloween
Pensativo ca sativa
Kicks na camisa
Domingos vou à missa sozinho na minha mind

And what we have to ask is
Why is it that God hasn't punished us for-

O meu templo sou eu mesmo
Descalço-me quando entro
Danço a valsa com deuses
Só depois é que os conheço

Queimo um incenso
Deito-me direito e esqueço
O meu ego obeso que devora todo o meu tempo

O meu fundamento é ir ao fundo da mente
Desbravando o meu mato seguindo as pegadas de um duende
Espero um momento
Murmuro para mim mesmo
"O muro no meu templo derrubo-o com o meu dedo"

E agora tou em contacto com o mundo sem divisórias
Se tu não entendes olha pra o que ignoras!

Lodi Dodi

Darling, I'm going to use that tip, damn
Oh, very good
Put it on sound for us to vibe
And what we have to ask is

Why is it that God hasn't punished us-
Well first of all God-

As long as you go, as long as you go, as long as you go
As long as you go, when, when, as long as you go
Vibe on it
And now the voice you've been waiting-

My dude cracks up full of baby food
Dad puts tobacco on Saramago’s cover
Mixes it with plants from a bag
From a cave locked with a key
Fuck a Bugatti

I wake up sick after the party
My third eye is attentive like an Illuminati
Wild shawty
You married me now it's lodi dodi

I'm cooler than Doug and with the style of a Teletubby
I dodge the schizophrenic like Goku against Frieza
My mind plays tricks like a Halloween party
Sativa makes me pensive
Kicks on the shirt
On Sundays, I go to mass alone in my mind

And what we have to ask is
Why is it that God hasn't punished us for-

My own self is my temple
I take off my shoes when I enter
I dance the waltz with gods
Only then do I know them

I burn incense
I lie down straight and forget
My obese ego that devours all my time

My foundation is to go deep into my mind
Exploring my wilderness, following the footprints of an elf
I’ll wait a moment
I mumble to myself
"I'll knock down the wall in my temple with my finger"

And now I'm in contact with the world without partitions
If you don't understand, look at what you ignore!