CUT Lyrics (English Translation) – RAF Camora

Read the full CUT (English Translation) lyrics by RAF Camora along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy RAF Camora’s music, you can also explore KEIN DRAMA and EDEN, two other songs by RAF Camora.

[Intro]
(Ah)
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
(Ah, yeah, yeah)

[Part 1]
An empty day in the calendar (Na-na)
Smoking a cigarette by the window (Tsch-tsch)
Nothing has changed
Even a branch is losing its leaves
I’m lacking time, a little in my Vida
Becoming like coffee, slowly becoming too bitter
Black cloud, it’s turning into a thunderstorm
Want to go to the sun like the Burj Khalifa
I’m on a treasure hunt like in One Piece
Corazón guides like a compass
(??) what it gives me
Because at some point it’ll be too short (Ah)

[Hook]
I think it’s time for a cut
A new life, new city (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every day on repeat, last few years like this hamster on a wheel
No, no, believe me, it’s time for a cut, yeah
New panorama, new city, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just pack a few shirts in my bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guapa, don’t worry, we’ve got a black card
Yeah, man, come on, let’s fly to the sun, hey
Dubai, Bali, Miami, hey
Tell my mom: “Ti amo”
Drive towards Sunset in a Viano
No, no, no, no, no, no (Ah)

[Part 2]
It’s time for a cut
Every day for training, Jeep is full of sand
Evenings at Sunset, I’m at the beach, making dinner, thankful for God’s plan

Yeah, time for a cut
Wake up by the ocean instead of the train
Leave the girls, propose to her under the palm trees like a man
Yeah, time for a cut
Convertible ride good for my complexion (Ah)
Don’t wear a Rolex, just take my arm (Ah)
She Calculate my earnings on TikTok
But why? No plan (Ah)

[Hook]
Think it’s time for a break
A new life, new city (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every day on repeat, like this hamster on a wheel for the last few years
No, no, believe me, it’s time for a break, yeah
New panorama, new city, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just packing a few shirts in my bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guapa, don’t worry, we’ve got a black card
Yeah, man, come on, let’s fly to the sun, hey
Dubai, Bali, Miami, hey
Tell my mom: “Ti amo”
Drive towards the sunset in a Viano
No, no, no, no, no, no (Ah)

[Outro]
No, no, no, no, no, no (Ah)
No, no, no, no, no, no