Roble - Vicho перевод на английский

Roble

Un bicherío, es un conjunto de bichos
"Bicho" se le puede llamar a cualquier animal
Y sobre todo si no sabemos de qué otra manera llamarlo
Porque no conocemos la especie
Bzz
Suuuu
Prr prr

Voy nadando entre tiburones, volando entre drones
No hay honor entre ladrones, ey ey
Migas cristalinas de flores en los pantalones
Dedo verde mi folklore
Tuve que empezar a trabajar el doble
Pa que esto explote
No piensen q lo hago por deporte, ey
Mi sombra bajo un roble, mi prosa noble
Buscando ver lo que la cara esconde

Yo debo estar fuera de mis cabales
Me cuesta llevarme con los normales
Se que todos tenemos nuestros viajes
Pero últimamente siento que es mas grave
Ando entre rosales, hago lo posible para no pincharme
Espinas mentales, si ves que se me va la moto avisame
Son cosas triviales, pero a veces comen cabeza en dos panes
Sigo haciendo planes, sin saber mañana el destino que trae
Somos animales, condenados a creernos importantes
Ganado en corrales, pensando que por respirar somos dueños del aire, que?

Voy nadando entre tiburones, volando entre drones
No hay honor entre ladrones, ey ey
Migas cristalinas de flores en los pantalones
Dedo verde mi folklore
Tuve que empezar a trabajar el doble
Pa que esto explote
No piensen q lo hago por deporte, ey
Mi sombra bajo un roble, mi prosa noble
Buscando ver lo que la cara esconde

Busco respuestas en tragos y copas
Locamente enamorado de una loca
Yo voy descalzo, camino en las rocas
No importa esta noche que carta me toca
O si toco las notas, o no digo nada y me callo la boca
Buscando una forma, de salir del barro sin manchar la ropa
Todos se equivocan, pero la pregunta es quien se perdona
Yo sigo en la rosca, nadado entre tiburones y orcas
Yo canto la posta, exprimo la fruta hasta la ultima gota
Ando sin capota, tengo la energía polenta que nunca se agota, que?

Voy nadando entre tiburones, volando entre drones
No hay honor entre ladrones, ey ey
Migas cristalinas de flores en los pantalones
Dedo verde mi folklore
Tuve que empezar a trabajar el doble
Pa que esto explote
No piensen q lo hago por deporte, ey
Mi sombra bajo un roble, mi prosa noble
Buscando ver lo que la cara esconde

Oak Tree

A "bicherío" is a bunch of critters
"Bicho" can be used to refer to any animal
Especially if we don't know what else to call it
Because we don't know the species
Bzz
Suuuu
Prr prr

I'm swimming among sharks, flying among drones
There's no honor among thieves, hey hey
Crystalline crumbs of flowers on my pants, girl
Green thumb, my folklore
I had to start working twice as hard
For this to explode
Don't think I do it for sport, hey
My shadow under an oak tree, my noble prose
Trying to see what your face hides, darling

I must be out of my mind
It's hard for me to get along with normal people
I know we all have our trips
But lately I feel it's more serious
I walk among rose bushes, I do my best not to get pricked
Mental thorns, if you see me losing it, let me know
They're trivial things, but sometimes they eat my head
I keep making plans, without knowing what destiny tomorrow brings
We are animals, condemned to believe we are important
Cattle in pens, thinking that by breathing we own the air, what?

I'm swimming among sharks, flying among drones
There's no honor among thieves, hey hey
Crystalline crumbs of flowers on my pants, girl
Green thumb, my folklore
I had to start working twice as hard
For this to explode
Don't think I do it for sport, hey
My shadow under an oak tree, my noble prose
Trying to see what your face hides, darling

I look for answers in drinks and glasses
Madly in love with a crazy woman
I go barefoot, I walk on the rocks
It doesn't matter what card I draw tonight
Or if I play the notes, or say nothing and shut my mouth
Looking for a way to get out of the mud without staining my clothes
Everyone makes mistakes, but the question is who forgives themselves
I'm still in the mix, swimming among sharks and orcas
I sing the truth, I squeeze the fruit to the last drop
I go without a condom, I have the powerful energy that never runs out, what?

I'm swimming among sharks, flying among drones
There's no honor among thieves, hey hey
Crystalline crumbs of flowers on my pants, girl
Green thumb, my folklore
I had to start working twice as hard
For this to explode
Don't think I do it for sport, hey
My shadow under an oak tree, my noble prose
Trying to see what your face hides, darling