Uma Thurman - Ryo перевод на английский

Uma Thurman

(Whatever)

Y te miraron en la anterior
Me encierro en tu keli y apestas a ron
Timbra el dolor es puro amargor
No perdí el tiempo en tu peli de acción

Si me cuentas todo creo el vínculo en los dos
Tengo miedo a perderte eso será el amor
Brindas con Chandon cualquier cosa sino
Estabas abajo y aun tienes color

Guardas la clock en tus zapatos
Todo full black y negro el armario
Si no que será jodida es la misión
Y tu film será puto cine de autor

(Y tu film será puto cine de autor)
(Ya, ah, ah, ah)
(Tu film será puto cine de autor)
(Ya, ah-ah, ah, ah)

Y no te buscaba
Quería joyas caras
Todavía las quiero
Pero con tu cara

Vuelan las semanas
Las voces suenan más
Cada vez mas altas
Se callan si tu estas

Come de tenedor
Aroma y no es Dior
Me muerde y yo me rio
Champagne pa' los míos

Champagne pa' los míos

Que no se repita el verano pasado
Gaste demasiado en algo que no
Fumaba me dormía y a repetir misión
Ahora veo mas claro lo de esa visión

Si me cuentas todo creo el vínculo en los dos
Tengo miedo a perderte eso será el amor
Brindas con Chandon cualquier cosa sino
Estabas abajo y aun tienes color

Guardas la clock en tus zapatos
Todo full black y negro el armario
Si no que será jodida es la misión
Y tu film será puto cine de autor

Uma Thurman

(Whatever)

And they looked at you in the previous one
I lock myself in your place and you reek of rum
The pain rings, it's pure bitterness
I didn't waste my time on your action flick

If you tell me everything, I create a bond between us
I'm afraid of losing you, that must be love
You toast with Chandon, anything else if not
You were down and you still have color

You keep your watch in your shoes
All full black, and black is the wardrobe
If not, the mission is going to be fucked up
And your film will be fucking art-house cinema

(And your film will be fucking art-house cinema)
(Yeah, ah, ah, ah)
(Your film will be fucking art-house cinema)
(Yeah, ah-ah, ah, ah)

And I wasn't looking for you
I wanted expensive jewels
I still want them
But with your face

The weeks fly by
The voices sound louder
Louder and louder
They fall silent when you are here

You eat with a fork
Aroma and it's not Dior
You bite me and I laugh
Champagne for my people

Champagne for my people

May last summer not repeat itself
I spent too much on something that didn't
I smoked, I slept, and repeated the mission
Now I see that vision more clearly

If you tell me everything, I create a bond between us
I'm afraid of losing you, that must be love
You toast with Chandon, anything else if not
You were down and you still have color

You keep your watch in your shoes
All full black, and black is the wardrobe
If not, the mission is going to be fucked up
And your film will be fucking art-house cinema