Текст и перевод песни Shotta con Buda - El Diario de la Mama

El Diario de la Mama

[Shotta]
Siempre se niega a perder
Aunque no lleve la razón
Odia las matemáticas
Está jugando a lo gijoes
El canal comunitario
En el televisor
Viendo fútbol Tailandés
De tercera división
Sólo pinta castillos
Ahora siempre apura
Los deberes a última hora
Le gusta chillar por los pasillos
Mi hijo es bueno
Y su equipo de baloncesto
Su entrenador no apostó por él
Y se cagó en sus muertos
Hizo la comunión
Y no parece que le importe
No se bautizó
A más de un profesor
Le dio un corte
Aparte
Al cole siempre llega tarde
Busca una excusa abusa
Verás cuando llegue el padre

[Buda]
Sentado al final del aula
Se pone a dibujar a su bola
Nunca presta atención
Si le pregunto me suelta una trola
Me tomas por mongola o qué
Se ríe de mí
Ya no puedo más con él
Me causa estrés me hace sufrir
Lo consentí desde pequeño
Siempre le di lo que quiso
Le pagué todos los caprichos
Y ahora me saca de quicio
No entrega los ejercicios
¡No! Veo firmas suyas
Por todos los edificios
No puedo más con él me asfixio

[Shotta]
Me hace perder el juicio
Tiene la ropa manchada
De ir a pintarla con la bici
Por toda la ciudad
No sé que hace en la calle
¡Es tarde!¿a quién te encontraste?
Ya no puedo más con él
Este niño es un desastre

[Shotta]
No quiero aprender mas na me da igual
Dejadme en paz, el tiempo se va solo quiero jugar
Los dias pasan como el viento
Hago lo que siento por instinto y no lamento na
(X2)

[Buda]
Mi hijo pasa de estudiar
Sólo quiere estar en la calle
Con lo grandes vacilándole
Y sintiéndose importante
Soñaba con jugar en los mares
Y debutar como un gran zurdo
Pero no valía en el fútbol
Y le dio por la música rap
Pasaba horas
Encerrado en su cuarto
Con el volumen alto
Un día de estos me va a dar un infarto
Me hace gracia
Que sea tan iluso
Se ve tan convencido al soltar su discurso
Que casi me lo creo incluso
Lo veo difuso
No da respuesta
Parece que hace aposta
Lo de ser un déspota
Cuando estamos en familia
Él siempre tiene que lucirse y dar la nota
El mal rollo flota
En el ambiente hasta que explota

[Shotta]
Sal de la gravedad
Se lo toma a broma
Enfermedad mortal
Visión de una familia en coma
Toma nota no importa la forma
Si lo hace ponte goma
No te fíes que
No te líen déjalo en la sombra
Es un soberbio
Si está de los nervios
No le gusta nada está en el medio
Si mi ingenio impone su criterio
Desequilibrio
Al decir la última palabra
Lo de seguir la norma
Está más olvidado que el Sahara

[Buda]
Todo el día con la pájara
No se le va
Pienso que nunca se va a espabilar
Y ya va a llegar a mayor de edad
Saliendo por la noche
Y volviendo por la mañana
Todo el día en coche por ahí
Y espero que acabe pronto este drama

[Shotta]
No quiero aprender mas na me da igual
Dejadme en paz, el tiempo se va solo quiero jugar
Los dias pasan como el viento
Hago lo que siento por instinto y no lamento na
(X2)

Mom's Diary

[Shotta]
She always refuses to lose,
Even if she's not right,
She hates mathematics,
She's playing with G.I. Joes,
The community channel
On the television,
Watching Thai football,
Third division,
She only paints castles,
Now she always rushes,
Homework at the last minute,
She likes to chill in the hallways,
My son is good,
And his basketball team,
His coach didn't bet on him,
And he cursed his dead,
He made his First Communion,
And doesn't seem to care,
He wasn't baptized,
More than one teacher,
He gave a cut,
Aside from,
He's always late for school,
Looking for an excuse, abusing it,
You'll see when the father arrives.

[Buda]
Sitting at the back of the classroom,
He starts drawing by himself,
He never pays attention,
If I ask him he gives me a story,
Do you take me for a fool or what?
He laughs at me,
I can't take it anymore,
He stresses me out, makes me suffer,
I spoiled him since he was little,
I always gave him what he wanted,
I paid for all his whims,
And now he's driving me crazy,
He doesn't turn in his homework,
No! I see his signatures,
All over the buildings,
I can't take it anymore, I'm suffocating,

[Shotta]
He makes me lose my mind,
His clothes are stained,
From going to paint with his bike,
All over the city,
I don't know what he's doing in the street,
It's late! Who did you meet?
I can't take it anymore,
This kid is a disaster,

[Shotta]
I don't want to learn anything anymore, I don't care,
Leave me alone, time goes by, I just want to play,
The days go by like the wind,
I do what I feel by instinct and I don't regret anything,
(X2)

[Buda]
My son doesn't want to study,
He just wants to be on the street,
With the big guys bragging,
And feeling important,
He dreamed of playing in the seas,
And debut as a great left-footed player,
But he wasn't good at football,
And he got into rap music,
He spent hours,
Locked in his room,
With the volume up,
One of these days he's going to give me a heart attack,
I find it funny,
That he's so naive,
He looks so convinced when he gives his speech,
That I almost believe it myself,
I see him blurry,
He doesn't answer,
It seems like he does it on purpose,
The whole despot thing,
When we're with the family,
He always has to show off and take the spotlight,
The bad vibes float,
In the atmosphere until it explodes,

[Shotta]
Get out of gravity,
He takes it as a joke,
Fatal disease,
Vision of a family in a coma,
Take note, it doesn't matter the form,
If he does, put on a rubber,
Don't trust that,
Don't get involved, leave it in the shadows,
He's arrogant,
If he's nervous,
He doesn't like anything, he's in the middle,
If my ingenuity imposes its criteria,
Imbalance,
When saying the last word,
The whole following the norm thing,
Is more forgotten than the Sahara,

[Buda]
All day with the munchies,
It won't go away,
I think he'll never wise up,
And he's already going to be of legal age,
Going out at night,
And coming back in the morning,
All day in the car out there,
And I hope this drama ends soon,

[Shotta]
I don't want to learn anything anymore, I don't care,
Leave me alone, time goes by, I just want to play,
The days go by like the wind,
I do what I feel by instinct and I don't regret anything,
(X2)