Текст и перевод песни Sara Hebe - Bby Voom

Bby Voom

Bby voom, tu salud
Me dijo kamikaze acá en mi casa tengo luz
In ma room, una cruz
Está tan dada vuelta como yo, igual que tú
Vagaboom, punky club
Estoy cantando el karma de vivir al sur
Pim pam pum, pum pum pum
Que se pasa volando y no se sabe si hay futu-
Me dijo que me fuera, murió cabida
Me dijo: "Jubilate viejo gila" (Viejo gila!)
Que ya no soy la misma y que ahora estoy vendida
Y yo le digo: "Estoy agrade- estoy agradecida"
Trucha las Gucci, trucha las Fila
Tu manta brillando de porquerías
Still loving estar viva
Aprendiendo de las pibas
Still teaching heitiando a la policía
No soy ícono, soy referenta
Wacha que me escuchaba ahora está pa presidenta (Presidenta!)
Wiriwara y que me saquen la cuenta (Si soy!)
Lo tuyo es croma y esto no lo lamenta (Wuw!)
Eso sí que no (No!)
¿Quién te la cuenta?
Yo tengo un estilo que no hay (A la venta!)
Hay oferta, mercadotecnia
Pon una bomba, cuestiona al sistema
Bby voom, tu salud
Me dijo kamikaze acá en mi casa tengo luz
In ma room, una cruz
Está tan dada vuelta como yo, igual que tú
Vagaboom, punky club
Estoy cantando el karma de vivir al sur
Pim, pam, pum, pum, pum, pum
Que se pasa volando y no se sabe si hay futu
Fuck, iba a ir a la escuela, pero ya no hay
No me queda suelo por pisar, bomba va
Una guerra química mirá mamá
¿Quién controla el rakatakata?
Bby voom (Allá volando por el cielo)
Tu salud (¡Ay que te tira de los pelos!)
Me dijo kamikaze acá en mi casa tengo luz (Tengo luz y gas!)
In ma room (ruca, ruca, ruca, pum, pum)
Una cruz (¿Quién es Sara y quién es um, um?)
Está tan dada vuelta como yo, igual que tú
(Ta dada vuelta como todo to)
Vagaboom (Vaga, vaga, vaga, boom, voom)
Punky club (Ay que se sale del suelo)
Estoy cantando el karma de vivir al sur (Bro en tus sueños!)
Pim, pam, pum (Taki, taki, taki, pum, pum)
Pum, pum, pum (Dale piba, dale pum, pum)
Que se pasa volando y no se sabe si hay futu
(No! no se sabe, no se sabe si hay futu)
(Pim, pam, pum, raka, taka, raka, pum, tum)
(Punky club, zaca, taca, raka, pum, pum)
(Están cantando el karma de vivir!)
(Ah! tucu, tucu, tucu, tucu, pum, pum!)

Bby Voom

Bby voom, cheers to you
He told me "Kamikaze, I have light in my house"
In ma room, a cross
She's as turned around as I am, just like you
Vagaboom, punky club
I'm singing the karma of living in the south
Pim pam pum, pum pum pum
It's flying by and you don't know if there's a futu-
He told me to leave, there's no room
He said: "Retire old crazy" (Old crazy!)
That I'm not the same anymore and that I'm sold now
And I tell him: "I'm grate- I'm grateful"
Fake Gucci, fake Fila
Your blanket shining with trash
Still loving being alive
Learning from the girls
Still teaching heitiando to the police
I'm not an icon, I'm a reference
Watch out, who was listening to me now is president (President!)
Wiriwara and let them count me (If I am!)
Yours is chroma and I don't regret this (Wuw!)
That's one thing I don't (No!)
Who's counting it?
I have a style that there isn't (For sale!)
There's an offer, marketing
Put a bomb, question the system
Bby voom, cheers to you
He told me "Kamikaze, I have light in my house"
In ma room, a cross
She's as turned around as I am, just like you
Vagaboom, punky club
I'm singing the karma of living in the south
Pim, pam, pum, pum, pum, pum
It's flying by and you don't know if there's a futu
Fuck, I was going to go to school, but there isn't anymore
I have no ground left to step on, bomb goes
A chemical war look mom
Who controls the rakatakata?
Bby voom (Flying up there in the sky)
Cheers to you (Oh, it's pulling your hair!)
He told me "Kamikaze, I have light in my house" (I have light and gas!)
In ma room (ruca, ruca, ruca, pum, pum)
A cross (Who is Sara and who is um, um?)
She's as turned around as I am, just like you
(She's as turned around as everything)
Vagaboom (Vaga, vaga, vaga, boom, voom)
Punky club (Oh, it's coming out of the ground)
I'm singing the karma of living in the south (Bro in your dreams!)
Pim, pam, pum (Taki, taki, taki, pum, pum)
Pum, pum, pum (Come on girl, come on pum, pum)
It's flying by and you don't know if there's a futu
(No! you don't know, you don't know if there's a futu)
(Pim, pam, pum, raka, taka, raka, pum, tum)
(Punky club, zaca, taca, raka, pum, pum)
(They're singing the karma of living!)
(Ah! tucu, tucu, tucu, tucu, pum, pum!)