CHAPIADORA.COM traducción al Inglés

I found a cigarette butt with your lipstick in the ashtray.
And a string thong at the back of the closet
We lived in a low house, our salaries were low.
And you asking God not to make me a hitman

So I don't end up inside, baby
And now it's someone else who has it inside you, baby
Even though I would like to be inside, baby, be inside
If I had known, I swear, I would have left it inside.

You didn't want me on the street, nor did you want me without money
How did it cost me so much that you were so cheap?
And I've even been a cashier, you wanting an astronaut
I even saw you with footballers, who even seek guidance in salary

What did I do wrong? Why did I leave you?
You gave me the metal and said that I impregnated you
You made me feel so bad that I even pawned the iron
I bought diapers, bottles and a baby stroller

I already gave all that away
But I kept copies of your key in case you decide to come back.
But I am so resentful that if he comes back I will be on the street.
I'm going and buying that gun I pawned.

I found a cigarette butt with your lipstick in the ashtray.
And a string thong at the back of the closet
We lived in a low house, our salaries were low.
And you asking God not to make me a hitman

So I don't end up inside, baby
And now it's someone else who has it inside you, baby
Even though I would like to be inside, baby, be inside
If I had known, I swear, I would have left it inside.

You wanted the Cybertruck being mounted on my 206
I have stains on my Crocs and collar green from the chain.
In the end, your gay friend turned out not to be gay.
And that hurt like Lil Wayne being shot in the gut

Today is celebrated even though there is nothing to celebrate
Bring rum, bring nuggets and someone who can trust her.
Bring on the snow, it's the closest I'll ever get to skiing.
Hide the keys from me, I won't be able to guide.

Fuck everything
Fuck everything
That I am just a poor devil like Don
To find you, you have to look for you on chapiadora.com

To forget you I smoked the junk that was left with your lipstick
And I put the thong that was in the closet on another crazy girl
I'm living on the ground floor and my salary is still not enough
Why I didn't become an atheist and ended up being a hitman

Even if I had ended up inside, baby
I assure you it would have been better inside, baby.
Happy and content, happy and content
And even knowing all that I would have thrown it inside you

Yeah, ah-ah, good night, baby, yeah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Good night, good night
Good night, good night
Good night