Translation of the song lyrics Hojas del Monte - T3R Elemento

Hojas del Monte (original)

Que si por qué, que para qué fumo tanta mota
Que estoy jodido, que ya es un vicio estar forjando a cada ratito
El humito no me deja respirar
En primera clase voy a despegar para no bajar
Con el plumón para el sabor, eso es otro rollo
Pues de repente llegan pendientes
Y eso relaja bien perro mi mente
Muchas veces me ha tocado improvisar
Si no hay de otra y lo tenemos que rolar tengo que idear
Y con hojas del monte he forjado blontes
Pura medicina para andar arriba
Me pego un bongazo, dos-tres pajuelazo'
Esa kusharita me alegra la vida
Ese chamaquito que no iba a salir del barrio
Así de repente se adueñó de todo el cuadro
Y por entero, troques llenos brinca para el otro lado
Macheteando el monte, papá, ¡ah-ah!
No tenían fe y ahora me ven en el europeo
Manché mi cuerpo, no me arrepiento
En cada raya se guarda un secreto
Cuatro-cinco, tiro arriba siempre trae
A la mano por si tiene que roncar no la va pensar
Con el plumón para el sabor, eso es otro rollo
Pues de repente llegan pendientes
Y eso relaja bien perro mi mente
Muchas veces me ha tocado improvisar
Si no hay de otra y lo tenemos que rolar tengo que idear
Y con hojas del monte he forjado blontes
Pura medicina para andar arriba
Me pego un bongazo, dos-tres pajuelazo'
Esa kusharita me alegra la vida
Ese chamaquito que no iba a salir del barrio
Así de repente se adueñó de todo el cuadro
Y por entero, troques llenos brinca para el otro lado

Hojas del Monte (translation)

Yes, why, why do I smoke so much weed?
That I'm screwed, that it's already a vice to be forging every little while
The little smoke doesn't let me breathe
In first class I'm going to take off so I don't get off
With the down for the flavor, that's another roll
Well, suddenly earrings arrive
And that relaxes my mind well dog
Many times I have had to improvise
If there is no other and we have to roll it, I have to devise
And with leaves from the mountain I have forged blonts
Pure medicine to walk up
I hit a bong, two-three straws'
That Kusharita makes my life happy
That little boy who was not going to leave the neighborhood
So suddenly it took over the whole picture
And entirely, full trucks jump to the other side
Macheteing the mountain, dad, ah-ah!
They had no faith and now they see me in the European
I stained my body, I don't regret it
In each stripe a secret is kept
Four-five, shot up always brings
On hand in case you have to snore, you won't think about it
With the down for the flavor, that's another roll
Well, suddenly earrings arrive
And that relaxes my mind well dog
Many times I have had to improvise
If there is no other and we have to roll it, I have to devise
And with leaves from the mountain I have forged blonts
Pure medicine to walk up
I hit a bong, two-three straws'
That Kusharita makes my life happy
That little boy who was not going to leave the neighborhood
So suddenly it took over the whole picture
And entirely, full trucks jump to the other side