Translation of the song lyrics 922 & Heartbreak - Finesse, BNMP, Jesse Baez

922 & Heartbreak (original)

These days, oh negra these days
These days, negrita these days
Echo de menos cuando matabas por mi
Y yo daba por ti
No había más fiolos que yo
Tanto fue así que elegí por los dos, y me fui
No vas a volver, no vas a volver
No voy a volver, no voy a volver
No vas a volver, no vas a volver
No voy a volver, no voy a…
Cruz (Cruz), Cafuné aka «Rankiao Bridgeburna»
Sus (Sus), caderas Rihanna, su cara gitana
Su (Su), ropa regada por toda mi cama
No era mi mina
Era mi oasis, mi muro
Busco lo que está para uno y nada
A lo mejor si nos reencontramos dentro de unos años (Años)
A lo mejor aún me quiere aún estando gordo y medio calvo (Calvo)
A lo mejor ya hay alguien y solo está allí de paso (Paso)
O a lo peor no, pero me llama «Cibi» en vez de Carlos
These days, oh negra these days
These days, negrita these days
Echo de menos cuando matabas por mi
Y yo daba por ti
No había más fiolos que yo
Tanto fue así que elegí por los dos, y me fui
No vas a volver, no vas a volver (Oh, la, la, la, y me fui)
No voy a volver, no voy a volver, no (Vas a volver)

922 & Heartbreak (translation)

These days, oh black these days
These days, bold these days
I miss when you killed for me
And I gave for you
There were no more fools than me
So much so that I chose for both, and I left
You're not coming back, you're not coming back
I'm not going back, I'm not going back
You're not coming back, you're not coming back
I'm not going back, I'm not going...
Cruz (Cross), Cafuné aka "Rankiao Bridgeburna"
Hers (His hers), Rihanna hips, her gypsy face
Hers (His) hers, clothes scattered all over my bed
it was not my mine
It was my oasis, my wall
I look for what is for one and nothing
Maybe if we meet again in a few years (Years)
Maybe he still loves me even when I'm fat and bald (Bald)
Maybe there is already someone and they are only there passing through (Passing)
Or maybe not, but he calls me "Cibi" instead of Carlos
These days, oh black these days
These days, bold these days
I miss when you killed for me
And I gave for you
There were no more fools than me
So much so that I chose for both, and I left
You're not coming back, you're not coming back (Oh, la, la, la, and I'm gone)
I'm not going back, I'm not going back, no (You're going back)