Valete — Serial Killer song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Serial Killer" by Valete.
Lyrics
Edson, meu irmao de sangue, puto de 15 primaveras
Os bancos da praceta choram pela sua galera
Que chegara entranto, e trouxera uma convidada
Uma morena, gorda, xl, muito pesada
Supostamente nada, para Edson habituada a pequenas e magras
Mas aquela dama larga perturbo-lhe por isso ele hesitara
Comecaram na troca de sorrisos mal se conheceram
E com incentivos da galera, eles logo se envolveram
Sessao Hardcore, ela teve o performance de Pro
Edson jamais experenciara, algo melhor
Ela era imigrante ilegal, prostituta colombiana
Edson queria-a ver outra vez, agora s com grana
No dia seguinte foi busca-la, deixou 100 no proxeneta
Diz ela obscenidades la no canto da praceta
Ela e a buceta todos os dias, passou a ser rotina
Crescia a paixao de Edson por aquela chica latina
Clandestina man, Morena man, Cor de canela
Edson nao existia, a vida dela era ela
Juntava grana, acabava grana, queria mais grana
Para ter a sua colombiana comecou a furtar grana
(Refrao)
Edson nao vais por ai, isso e perigoso mano!
Edson por esse caminho niguem escapou mano!
Edson nao vais por ai, isso e perigoso mano!
Niguem escapou mano!
Edson nao vais por ai, isso e perigoso mano!
Edson por esse caminho niguem escapou mano!
Edson nao vais por ai, isso e perigoso mano!
Edson, ninguem escapou mano!
(Valete)
Furtava grana e tudo o que havia no cubiculo
Rolava em parques de estacionamento, fazendo guito
Drama comigo, todos os dias
Eu Dizia Edson cuidado man isso nao paixao feiticeiria
Pa ficares aqui em casa mano vais ter que deixa-la
Edson disse «ok» resolveu tentar esquece-la
Noites mal dormidas, semana aps semana
At que lhe apresentaram uma nova chica metadona
Um portuguesa magrinha de boa fama
Relacionaram-se uma semana, nao vale a pena ele nao a grama
Veio a nostalgia da sua latina americana
Metadona era fixe, mas nao era a mesma cama
S uma vez que se ama, outra vez em busca da sua dama
Ela era um de muitos bancos da puta colombiana
A magia dela era a forma como actuava na cama
Penetrava na veia dos manos at possuir a alma
Pala dela o xunga arrecadava bueda grana
Eram muitos manos e manas atras dessa punana
S drama, vida sem chama enterrada na lama
S ma fama na zona piorava o panorama
Dividia comida na rua com caes e ratazanas
Tres vezes ao dia meu mano fodia aquela fulana
At que um dia…
At que um dia quando faziam sexo ela sprintou!
Edson nao aguentou, coracao parou!
Mas ela continuou, tranquila, e gritou «EU SOU SERIAL KILLER!!!»
Essa bitch ninguem tem pila
Overdose, heroina!
Nao houve deus nem medecina
Edson morreu na rotina, mal acabou a stamina!
(Refrao) 1x
Lyrics translation
Edson, My Blood Brother, 15 spring kid
Praceta banks cry for their people
Who had come in, and brought a guest
A brunette, fat, xl, very heavy
Supposedly nothing, for Edson accustomed to small and skinny
But that broad lady disturbed him so he hesitated
Started in the exchange of smiles barely met
And with incentives from the crowd, they soon got involved
Hardcore session she had the performance of Pro
Edson had never experienced anything better.
She was an illegal immigrant, Colombian prostitute
Edson wanted to see her again, now s with money
The next day he went to fetch her, left 100 in the pimp
Says she obscenities her in the corner of praceta
She and pussy every day happened to be routine
Edson's passion for that Latin girl grew.
Clandestine man, brunette man, cinnamon
Edson didn't exist, her life was her
I'd raise money, I'd run out of money, I wanted more money
To have your Colombian started stealing money
(Chorus)
Edson, you're not going there. that's Dangerous, Bro.
Edson down that road niguem escaped bro!
Edson, you're not going there. that's Dangerous, Bro.
Niguem got away, bro!
Edson, you're not going there. that's Dangerous, Bro.
Edson down that road niguem escaped bro!
Edson, you're not going there. that's Dangerous, Bro.
Edson, nobody got away, bro!
(Jacks)
He stole money and everything in the cubicle
Rolled in car parks, making guito
Drama with me, every day
I said Edson careful man this not passion witchcraft
Pa stay here at home bro you'll have to leave her
Edson said " ok " decided to try to forget her
Bad nights, week aps week
At who presented you with a new chica methadone
A skinny Portuguese of good fame
Related a week, it is not worth it not to grass
Came the nostalgia of his Latin American
Methadone was cool, but it wasn't the same bed.
S once he loves himself, again in search of his lady
She was one of many banks of the Colombian whore
Her magic was the way she acted in bed.
Penetrated into the vein of the brothers to own the soul
Pala of her the xunga collected bueda grana
There were many bros and manas behind this punana
S drama, flameless life buried in the mud
S Ma Fame in the area worsened the panorama
Sharing food on the street with caes and rats
Three times a day my brother fucked that guy
At that one day…
At that one day when they had sex she sprinted!
Edson couldn't take it, heart stopped!
But she continued, quiet, and shouted "I'M SERIAL KILLER!!!»
This bitch nobody has Dick
Overdose, heroin!
There was no God or medicine
Edson died in the routine, as soon as he ran out of stamina!
(Chorus) 1x