Lyrics of Cowboys - Fernando Costa

Cowboys (original)

Días grises, buscando los matices
Quiero oler tu pelo, no quiero que me analices
Comienzo por el coño, voy a llegar a tu psique
La paro a lo Iker, ya no hay goalkeeper
Me voy pal keeper, no doy pa' multa ni pa' ticket
España baila rumba, taconea con repique
No repliques, no le expliques que suplique
La cosa se te está poniendo fea, Felipe
Ahí voy, vengo con mis home boys
Parecen cowboys en un pura sangre
Están comiendo todo y el del medio tiene hambre
Ahora tienen prisa, no quieren que llegue tarde
Desean que vaya al estudio y que le meta un par de
La próxima meta, (?)
Mamá te quiero, desde aquí te mando un beso
Que papito no se rompa más los huesos, los tiene hechos yeso
Pa' mi hermanita que siga con su progreso
Los psicólogos decían que no iba a sacar la ESO
Pos eso, ahora su niña me tira dos besos
Por eso ando relajado, yo nunca me estreso
Y eso que me quieren malo, quieren que me estrese
Y ese necesita ayuda, yo le cavo el foso
Ou, ou, mostro coloso (?)
Al final te la dieron por goloso
Alma perdida en la calle
Caemos en el piso como aguita de mayo
Hombre, al final se ha hecho hombre
Anda concentrado, ahora se fija en los detalles
Hambre, los niños tienen hambre
Plan B, te hace falta un plan B
Sangre, los niños quieren sangre
Al final te pegaron el calambre
Oh my god, mira como lanza
Pero sin mirar, no sé que te crees
¿El rookie del més?
yo rookie del rap
Tirando de 3, mirando pa' tras'
Ganamos el partido encima del pitido del final
La grada aplaude y hace ruido para el equipo local
¿Dónde están?
Los amigos que se fueron
Ahora ya, en verdad no quiero pero
Al final, todo gira por dinero
Estamos pocos pero solo verdaderos
¿Dónde están?
Los amigos que se fueron
Ahora ya, en verdad no quiero pero
Al final, todo gira por dinero
Estamos pocos pero solo verdaderos

(translation)

Gray days, looking for the nuances
I want to smell your hair, I don't want you to analyze me
I start with the pussy, I'll get to your psyche
I stop it like Iker, there is no goalkeeper anymore
I'm going to the keeper, I don't give a fine or a ticket
Spain dances rumba, taps its heels with a peal
Don't reply, don't explain to him to beg
Things are getting ugly for you, Felipe
Here I go, I come with my home boys
They look like cowboys in a thoroughbred
They are eating everything and the one in the middle is hungry
Now they're in a hurry, they don't want me to be late
They want me to go to the studio and put a couple of
The next goal, (?)
Mom I love you, from here I send you a kiss
That daddy does not break his bones anymore, he has them made of plaster
For my little sister to continue with her progress
The psychologists said that she was not going to get ESO
After that, now her girl throws me two kisses
That's why I'm relaxed, I never stress
And that they want me bad, they want me to stress
And that one needs help, I'll dig the pit for him
Ou, ou, showed colossus (?)
In the end they gave it to you for being sweet
Lost soul in the street
We fall on the floor like little water in May
Man, in the end he has become a man
He is concentrating, now he pays attention to the details
Hungry, the children are hungry
Plan B, you need a plan B
Blood, children want blood
In the end they gave you the cramp
Oh my god, look how he throws
But without looking, I don't know what you think
The rookie of the month?
I rap rookie
Pulling 3, looking back
We won the game above the final whistle
The stands applaud and make noise for the home team
Where are they?
the friends who left
Now, I really don't want to but
In the end, everything revolves around money
We are few but only true
Where are they?
the friends who left
Now, I really don't want to but
In the end, everything revolves around money
We are few but only true