Normal Lyrics in English by Morad

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Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Normal by Morad from Spanish to English.

Normal

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Normal

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Time wears us out, for a life that doesn't weigh

Money for the house, to lift out of poverty

With time everything passes and age never weighs on them

They aren't grams on a scale anymore, but weight he carries in his stride

Step by step Julio, since in time everything passes

When he's grown he wants kids and then gets married

Money's always running through his head

And he hunted it in the streets with skill

His crew aren't from the Yakuza

But today he'll pull a Kurkuza on you

And if they see you flexing a blouse in the street

They'll snatch it from you and you won't even wear it

If you step in, you pass, and there's no excuse

A world like NASA where there's no wealth

And 17-year-old kids head out to sea

To give their mom food and a table

And you act tough?

Claiming you're a narco chatting on WhatsApp

And all you are is wasa-wasa

And the only thing you are

With time everything changes and you see it as you go

The kid who was stupid now smacks you

I remember that kid was abused

With time I don't know what happened, he abused him and went into hiding

I'm from the street and that's why I'm glorious

Here you play pogs and then you get a beating

Running from the cops left me scratched up

If they grab your arms, you end up in a cell

I know people who felt dangerous after a month in prison

And others did years and are moving money

And they don't think they're mobsters

You talk about what I am, you make me yawn

The bad-guy face or the beznaza one

Here he doesn't hit the gym to flex

A little kid in the street will give you your beating

Benny and El Coleta looked like Tarzan

They'd climb with a talent that hit you with the hum

M.D.L.R for me is a clan and also the family

Normal

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Normal

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Talking they diss you, face to face they don't flinch

It's normal that with a phone at home everybody insults each other

Here we don't complain that cops hand fines

The street, good things aren't instilled

And it's not an expensive life, the clothes aren't from Zara

They call me 'Morad Parra' because I make things clear

Here nobody confesses, nor acknowledges, nor mentions outsiders

From the street and we go without brakes

Keep it going, Hospitalet city of immortals, of immortals

And keep it going Florida, if you enter, you don't leave here

You don't get out of here

Sometimes 'boo', he says

Sometimes he says, look

And I say sometimes, hey

And I say sometimes

Sometimes I'm being hunted and sometimes I'm blank

Sometimes I hunt money and sometimes I sing to you

Sometimes they're cops and sometimes they're picolos

Sometimes, times Gafia calls because the area's hot

Sometimes I go alone and sometimes I say hello

Sometimes I go see P and sometimes I'm in the hood because I like it

And because we don't live in a video-game movie

Sometimes it's capo Carlos, and sometimes Gonzalo

Sometimes there's no capo and you can't even tell it

You gotta know how to move it

So you can talk about it later

Sometimes they underestimate and sometimes they s*ck me off

Sometimes they don't even look at me and other times they greet me

Normal, they only judge

Normal, there's no doubt about that

And sometimes I freak out and sometimes I chill

Sometimes I roll a pella so I don't get schizoid

Normal, because I'm crazy, normal

They're not on my vibe

And sometimes it was flats, sometimes it was houses

Now it's a mic and I put food in the house

Normal

M.D.L.R carries weight

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Take care, take care, watch out for the picolos

Meant for the kids who mount three engines-gines-gines-gines

And three engines out at sea and keep your eyes open-open-open-open

The picolos show up in better times, normal, normal

M.D.L.R playing in every place

Hey, he says normal, normal

It's normal that none of us get stopped

And he says, says normal, normal

Normal

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Normal

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Normal

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Normal

I hate the cops, and the picolos too

Normal

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calabozo — dungeon / jail cell

Calabozo is a striking and somewhat old-fashioned word for a dungeon or a dark, isolated jail cell. It's more evocative and dramatic than the common word cárcel (jail), making it stand out in the song.

Morad uses it to paint a vivid picture of the harsh consequences of street life, singing "Si te cogen los brazos, acaba en calabozo" (If they grab your arms, you end up in a jail cell). This line powerfully captures the constant risk and tension present in the narrative, making the word a memorable gateway into the song's gritty reality.

Spanish drill star Morad doesn't mince his words here. Straight out of the gate, the hook repeats "Odio a los azules, también los picolos" ("I hate the blues, also the picolos"). If you're learning Spanish slang, take notes: azules refers to the blue-uniformed National Police or local cops, while picolos is street slang for the Civil Guard (Guardia Civil). He shrugs it all off with the word "Normal" ("It's only natural"). Growing up in the tough La Florida neighborhood of Hospitalet de Llobregat—shouted out directly with "Hospitalet ciudad de inmortale'" ("Hospitalet, city of immortals")—clashing with law enforcement isn't a surprise to him; it's just daily routine.

What makes this track hit so hard is how he contrasts real street survival with fake internet bravado. Morad mocks online gangsters with "¿Y tú vas de chulo? De que tú eres un narco hablando por el WhatsApp / Y lo único que eres wasa-wasa" ("And you act cocky? Acting like a narco texting on WhatsApp / When all you are is empty chatter"). He talks about seventeen-year-old kids taking speedboats "mar adentro" (out into open sea) with three engines just to bring food home to their mothers, alongside friends running from cops until they get scratched up. There is pride in his crew—referencing his movement M.D.L.R. (short for the French phrase Mec de la Rue, or street kid)—which he calls "un clan y también la familia" ("a clan and also family"). He traded measuring grams on scales for holding a microphone to put dinner on the table, and to him, living this life honestly makes the hatred from the outside totally normal.

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