BIBI (South Korea) - Amigos Превод текста
Amigos
Sé que la pasamo' bien y que siempre quieres más
Pero si mi jevo llama, somos amigos na' más
Mismo lugar y hora, coge nota (Coge nota)
Yo te aviso si no, no es en la costa (En la costa)
Si ya sabemo' que nos gusta no hay de otra
Vamo' a hacer esta noche larga, que la vida es corta
Ya te veo, ya te veo, me dice', yo me llego
¿Qué importa si unos lío' nos metemo'?
Si preguntan, somos pana'
Dale duro por si con los kilo' nos caemos
Ya te veo, ya te veo, me dice', yo me llego
¿Qué importa si unos lío' nos metemo'?
Si preguntan, somos pana'
Dale duro por si con los kilo' nos caemos
Sé que la pasamo' bien y que siempre quieres más
Pero si mi jevo llama, somos amigos na' más
Sé que la pasamo' bien y que siempre quieres más
Pero si mi jevo llama, somos amigos na' más
나는 안 될 년이야 그것도 무지
내 남잔 아무것도 몰라도 돼 굳이
I eat a lot like I'm at a buffet
'Cause I need it every time I get needy
나는 나쁜 년이야 다 상관 않지
사람들은 판단하지 않아도 돼 굳이
I rather play around with BIBI
Bossy and greedy, you know what I'm saying, Becky
I could be your playground
So you can come and we play house
아무도 몰라
Even my gag on, neighbors downstairs ask if we playing hopscotch
Sé que la pasamo' bien y que siempre quieres más
Pero si mi jevo llama, somos amigos na' más
Sé que la pasamo' bien y que siempre quieres más
Pero si mi jevo llama, somos amigos na' más
죄책감 배덕감 그런 게 제일 좋아 침대 위에선
불안함 안정감 못 살게 굴지 죽일 듯이 날
살날이 한참 남았어 하나만 먹고 산다니까
Oh, God
Keep it secret 입에서 입으로 전해지는 야사가 되겠지 오늘밤
You're the easiest and the hardest
He will get it 'cause I'm an artist
I said no words, you got no choices
Don't love me, I ain't got much, besties
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Stroking your black hair,
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O maiden of the finest rushes
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found