Текст и перевод песни Xalera - L'última I A Dormir

L'última I A Dormir

Cinc del matí lo cubalibre a la mà, a l′atra un canut apagat i una clentxeta al nas
Que com un cuc te puja per la pituïtària en dos gotes de sang
Saps que una retirada a temps avui seria tota una victòria
Però no hi ha res com una nit de perdedors pa oblidar la derrota

De sobte arriba un camellet del barri que sempre porta escama
I la mirada d'un col·lega t′insinua si no vols provar-la
I en un ansec ja estàs davant del tio i li dones tota la pasta
I't passa un gramet de cel que als dos minuts ja corre per la taça

I després quan lo primer sol mos arrebata la màscara
Te preguntes òstia puta què collons fotem aquí
Consumint trossets de vida que en una neurona'ns basta
Xeics que no mo la fotrem al llit, bueno la última i dormir...

Deu del matí lo cubalitro a la mà, a l′atra un canut rematat una clentxa da pam
Que com un riu te baixa per la pituïtària en dos bassals de sang
Saps que una retirada a temps avui seria tota una derrota
Però no hi ha res com una nit de vencedors pa oblidar la victòria

I després quan lo primer sol mos arrebata la marxa
Te preguntes òstia puta què collons fotem aquí
Consumint trossets de vida que en una papela′ns basta
Xeics a vore com sortim d'aquí, bueno la última i dormir...

The Last One and Go to Sleep

Five in the morning, a Cuba Libre in my hand, in the other a spliff and a straw in my nose
As it goes up your nose like a worm in two drops of blood
You know that a timely retreat would be a victory today
But there's nothing like a night of losers to forget the defeat

Suddenly, a neighborhood drug dealer arrives who always carries cocaine
And a friend's gaze insinuates if you don't want to try it
And in a moment, you're in front of the dude and give him all the dough
And he passes you a little bit of heaven that within two minutes is already flowing through the straw

And then when the first sun takes away our mask
You ask yourself, what the fuck are we doing here?
Consuming bits of life that in a neuron are enough for us
Dudes who can't fuck in bed, okay, this one last one and then sleep...

Ten in the morning, a Cuba Libre in my hand, in the other a spliff and a straw as big as a door
As it goes down your nose like a river in two pools of blood
You know that a timely retreat would be a defeat today
But there's nothing like a night of winners to forget the victory

And then when the first sun takes away our party
You ask yourself, what the fuck are we doing here?
Consuming bits of life that in a paper are enough for us
Dudes, let's see how we get out of here, okay, this last one and then sleep...