Translation of the song lyrics Polen - Cráneo, Lasser, Wun Two

Polen (original)

Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis
Miro de reojo sus Levi’s
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty
Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis
Miro de reojo sus Levi’s
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el—
Mientras mi colega se hace un polen, pienso:
«Llevo to' este tiempo con los mismos pantalones»
Hice una lista con sus muchas decepciones
Con trucos a las pruebas que ella misma me pone
Combino los colores pa' que esto te mole
Para que me lleves en tus cascos cuando vas al cole
Mis colegas eran frikis, no los abusones
Y ahora tipo listo entre depredadores
Cuando follamos en el barrio nacen flores
Cuando conduzco te lanzo caparazones
No puedes convencerme si no tienes razones (Qué va)
Si te haces el muerto puede que te devore
Tú buscabas un culpable, pero esto no es el Cluedo
Escupo el chicle y lo pateo sin que toque el suelo
Con mi sello de plata y un abrigo de pelo
Si te metes con los míos, nos batimos en duelo
Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis
Miro de reojo sus Levi’s
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty
Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis
Miro de reojo sus Levi’s
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el—
La invito a mi nave, pero solo un rato
Porque ya no me ato ni los zapatos
No me preocupo si parto un plato
Ahora respiro solo, como mi gato
Me ven diferente a los demás
Piso cucarachas, como en Men In Black, oye
Quiero salir, pero vuelvo a entrar
No quiero que me vengan a salvar (Oye, oye)
Si quedas con otros, por mí genial
Lady, yo no he venido a pelear
Escucho Jamaica, escucho Trap
Invento galaxias desde el sofá
Me miran tus panas con cara rara
Porque en las pupilas llevo dos mándalas
Estoy trabajando en mis nuevas alas
Pa' salir volando por esa ventana
Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis (Yes)
Miro de reojo sus Levi’s
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty (Booty!)
Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis
Miro de reojo sus Levi’s
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el (Booty!)
Gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami
Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami
Gimme that, oh yes, gi—, gimme that, mami
Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami

Polen (translation)

I wash my dishes, I record my movies
I glance at his Levi's
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
With my rhythm they all move the booty
I wash my dishes, I record my movies
I glance at his Levi's
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
With my rhythm they all move the—
While my colleague is doing a pollen, I think:
"I've been wearing the same pants all this time"
I made a list of your many disappointments
With tricks to the tests that she puts on me
I combine the colors so that this is cool for you
So that you take me in your helmets when you go to school
My colleagues were geeks, not bullies
And now smart guy among predators
When we fuck in the neighborhood flowers are born
When I drive I throw shells at you
You can't convince me if you don't have reasons (No way)
If you play dead, it may devour you
You were looking for a culprit, but this is not Cluedo
I spit out the gum and kick it without it touching the ground
With my silver seal and a fur coat
If you mess with mine, we duel
I wash my dishes, I record my movies
I glance at his Levi's
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
With my rhythm they all move the booty
I wash my dishes, I record my movies
I glance at his Levi's
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
With my rhythm they all move the—
I invite her to my ship, but only for a while
Because I don't even tie my shoes anymore
I don't care if I break a plate
Now I breathe alone, like my cat
They see me different from others
I floor cockroaches, like in Men In Black, hey
I want to go out, but I go back in
I don't want them to come save me (Hey, hey)
If you hang out with others, great for me
Lady, I have not come to fight
I listen to Jamaica, I listen to Trap
I invent galaxies from the sofa
Your friends look at me with a strange face
Because in my pupils I have two mandalas
I'm working on my new wings
To fly out of that window
I wash my dishes, I record my movies (Yes)
I glance at his Levi's
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
With my rhythm they all move the booty (Booty!)
I wash my dishes, I record my movies
I glance at his Levi's
Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy
With my rhythm they all move the (Booty!)
Gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy
Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy
Gimme that, oh yes, gi—, gimme that, mommy
Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy