La Troba Kung-Fú - Subway Walk (con letras/ with lyrics)

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LETRAS / LYRICS

Van dir-me
que la meva rumba no interessava,
que els hi suava a les espanyes,
que era gallega, que era polaca,
que era muy raro lo que mezclaba.
Pero yo vi bailar Madrid, Guanajato, Léon,
soltando el lastre de la convención,
mira que el ritme que jo porto fa volar,
tiene el amla de acordéon.
Que si canto con fuego
o canto com em surt
i faig ballar qui segui
m'entengui o no m'entengui,
que on no m'arriba la paraula
l'hi poso el ritme, gata maula,
engego la rauxa.

I don't know where is my passport,
I just know where is my flow.
I don't know where in my passport,
I junt know where is my flow.

I així, així,
jo m'arribo a la capital, capitalist,
on comencen tots els trips,
a la Roma de l'imperi jo m'arribo jo m'arribo amb la meva rumba,
ja sense culpa,
camino Brooklyn, camino l'est,
camino west,
from the worst to the best
everything is well dressed.
My ventilator walks falling down the subway,
everything is so cool, I'm a last gout
in a swimming pool.
But I walk patim patam patum,
my groov breath out barrabum,
I miss the other world cause
everything feels right, now I have the light,
all people dance by the subway night.

I don't know where is my passport,
I just know where is my flow.
I don't know where is my passport,
I just know where is my flow.

I'm a lost cowboy, I'm a poor folky,
I don't wanna be a trendy,
I just want to jump like a monkey.
From uptown to downtown
I'm running with my rumba,
I'm painting the skyline,
the subway shines, nobody knows rumba,
I'm just the carefree folky from the crazy side.

Els dos cálos s'han menjat la nit,
no hi ha millor camine que els d'aquests latin kids.
Caminen ballant, la cuitat amb ells está flipant.
Cara bonica, que et camelen els chavós de Barcelona,
aquesta rumba té la gràcia, lé la raça,
si vens amb mi, vida meva, et faré reina amb collar d'estrelles.

I don't know where is my passport,
I just know where is my flow.
I don't know where is my passport,
I just know where is my flow.

Tots som cucs
sotto Roma.
Tots som cucs
sur Seine.
Tots som cucs
a Barcelona.
Tots som cucs
Through New York.
Tots som cucs
També a Argentina.
Tots com cucs
by London.
Tots som cucs
od Praha.

In New York the worms
look so trendy.
In New York the chicks
look so cool.

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