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Description
Masterer: Adil de Saint Denis
Percussion: Axel Fagerberg
Vocals: Bianca Costa
Vocals: Erick Brian
Vocals: Omar Rudberg
Guitar, Keyboards, Programming, Vocals: Pontus Persson
Bass Guitar: Pontus Persson
Producer, Recorded By: Pontus Persson
Mixer: Vincent Audou
Composer, Writer: Bianca Costa
Lyricist: Erick Brian
Lyricist: Franck Bondrille
Lyricist: Noak Hellsing
Lyricist: Omar Rudberg
Composer: Pontus Persson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bianca Costa. Don Plascio.
On fait le tour de Rio, P trente-huit sur le siège arrière. Il a le visage d'un
Kabyle, il est focus sur sa carrière.
En train de viner, sur Waze, on évite la police. Et si c'est para pour pala, Montelli, Ténapoli.
Tatoué sur la paumette, des barres d'archiennes en or.
Il m'emmène faire la fête, jour de paye au quartier nord. Il devient émotif, il me raconte la perte de ses proches.
Et si c'est para pour pala, chaque feu rouge, on croise la mort.
La nuit, j'ai peur que nos chemins se séparent.
Je compte plus les heures, mon amour, je veux te revoir.
Paraba, Paraba, Paraba,
Paraba. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It's Eddie Brown, baby. Eso que tú tienes, que Dios te lo guarde.
Nadie que te llegue, nadie que te pare. Tú eres algo aparte. Ay, mami, si yo soy un diablo, tú eres Ignacia Montelo.
Yo sé que lo que te diga, a ti te importa cero.
Pero si me das el chance, renuncio a ser bandolero. Solo contigo es que me gusta hacerlo de misionero.
Ay, si me dejas, te juro que no vuelvo a ser perro.
Si necesitas tiempo, pues dale, que por esos ojitos, yo espero.
La nuit, j'ai peur que nos chemins se séparent.
Je compte plus les heures, mon amour, je veux te revoir.
Two twenty-five and I'm messed up. How did we end up here? Feet on the dash and my head up.
With that essence of fear.
Tú y yo claramente lo tenemos que hacer. Porque no sé si te vuelvo a ver.
It's a dangerous game we play, but I like how it feels.
We be up in a dream, but I swear it all seems so real. I would jump if I had to, swear I'd be falling for you.
Nothing I wouldn't do, -yeah.
-La nuit, j'ai peur que nos chemins se séparent.
Je compte plus les heures, mon amour, je veux te revoir.
Bébé, signe, on n'a pas le permis, conduit comme un loco.
We be up in a dream, but I swear it all seems so real.
Claramente, claramente, claramente.
English translation
Bianca Costa. Don Plascio.
We drive around Rio, P thirty-eight in the back seat. He has the face of a
Kabyle, he is focused on his career.
While wineing, on Waze, we avoid the police. And if it's para for pala, Montelli, Ténapoli.
Tattooed on the palm of his hand are gold archean bars.
He takes me to party, payday in the North Quarter. He becomes emotional, he tells me about the loss of his loved ones.
And if it's para for pala, every red light, we encounter death.
At night, I fear that our paths will separate.
I no longer count the hours, my love, I want to see you again.
Paraba, Paraba, Paraba,
Paraba. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It's Eddie Brown, baby. Eso that you hold, may Dios protect you.
Nadie bequeaths you, Nadie adorns you. You are algo apart. Ay, mami, if you are a diablo, you are Ignacia Montelo.
Yo Sé que lo que te diga, a ti te importa cero.
But if I'm lucky, renuncio a ser bandolero. Solo next is that I tasted hacerlo de missionero.
Ay, if I already do, you swear that no view a ser perro.
If necessary time, pues dale, que por esos ojitos, yo hope.
At night, I fear that our paths will separate.
I no longer count the hours, my love, I want to see you again.
Two twenty-five and I'm messed up. How did we end up here? Feet on the dash and my head up.
With that essence of fear.
You clearly see what we need to do. Please don't worry if you see it.
It's a dangerous game we play, but I like how it feels.
We be up in a dream, but I swear it all seems so real. I would jump if I had to, swear I'd be falling for you.
Nothing I wouldn't do, -yeah.
-At night, I fear that our paths will separate.
I no longer count the hours, my love, I want to see you again.
Baby, sign, we don't have a license, drive like a locomotive.
We be up in a dream, but I swear it all seems so real.
Clearly, clearly, clearly.