Cheloo - La noi în cartier 2 Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

English (commented)

In our hood 2

They profit from the situation, bastards!

Some are better,
others are worse,
some struggle to make ends meet,
others wait for it to fall into their lap,
this is since time immemorial.

[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test

[Cheloo]
2-10, I shove my dick in it, here it comes now
2-10, *ah*

[Cheloo]
In our hood, in the future, some think
Axis mundi will pass through the Union's water closet
We the pagans responsible for recession's sake
With the hope of redemption we say YES to felony
In our hood, meaning in the periphery
Non-commencement of prosecution and divorce constitute joy
Money is electric current if you want allegory
When the ATM doesn't have a candle, it1 bounces out of warranty
In our hood, our A-grade hood,
Everybody wants to make money and leave
The square wheel goes round with bribe or cold blood
Life stands still but time goes on
In our hood, the bottle champions know that
Stupidity can't be cured with plum brandy and fiddle
The poor don't cast shade content with whatever comes by
And if you inhale deeply, it smells of fear

[Dan Gerosu]
In our hood, the sun rises for free
Like tertiary syphilis right after catharsis
Cannabis clouds give an optimistic air
'Cause we piss on the rainbow and on neo-communism
In our hood, icons don't perform miracles
And they don't laugh, and they don't cry, and they don't heed prayers
We are immune to preaching, and above passions
We keep pervese desires hidden among weaknesses
In our hood, among so many ruins
You can still find Romanians who feel Romanian
We believe in ourselves exclusively because options are zilch
And we don't take orders regardless of pressures
In our hood, with or with no connection
Kids come out of pussy from mothers without dick
Love don't equal dough, turbofolk don't equal culture
A portrait of the fighter as a young man is not a caricature

[Alan]
I hold my dick in high regard, since April '86
In a hood where they make jokes that don't catch on to masses
All roads lead to the precinct and nothing's for free
And charity means fucking yo momma
In our hood, they swear with subtle style
So I shove my dick in yo dead is just a figure of speech
I have no beef with anyone, that's why this is no diss
But I figured I'd shove my dick in yo momma as I promised you
In our hood, all of us here were wondering
Why would you need a SWAT team just to pick up one gram
Dirty money shines like epaulets in a Logan2
Mostly no one lifts a finger for you because that's the norm
On equal footing we all drink in the hood
You could say it sucks, we wouldn't want it any different
Thugs with character, from which you can learn stuff
We go to sleep on Thursday night, we wake up drunk on Monday

[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test

[Calles Calientes Rapstrolirical]
The reality of my neighborhood I think is different from yours
similar things happen *g-yeah, g-yeah*
There, heads explode as if they were pumpkins
In our neighborhood we grew between shootings
Marking skull, all pay their sentence
They want to live in peace but we are children of war
In my neighborhood I see children with possessed looks
who are full of rancor and with an empty belly
They kill you for less than a salary
This is wild Colombia, assassins' crib
My neighborhood is no exception
we live in hell but there is motivation
I am what I am because I grew up in a neighborhood
humble, dreaming, but always practiced
With anyone I fell upon but I got up
Immortal are these hot streets
fight after fight now we are stronger
Threat is not equal to death
in my neighborhood they go about breaking your forehead
Embedded in your mind

[Ombladon]
In our hood, with the boys in a lame light
They study moonshine all night long
For years I've been in school, wasted
Where Grasa de Cotnari3 was my deskmate
In our hood, it's pretty awesome
So many things can be seen here, but nothing you would frame
Biting the bullet and with a lever you can evade hunger
Here, you go to work when everyone is asleep
In our hood, between the smoke and booze
We also shove a bit of culture in our noggin
Here, we play dice when books don't help
We hold our own, we celebrate our birthdays at night
In our hood, we accentuate drama
You live in a single room but you have a 3-camera phone4
In our hood, there's no time for chit-chat
If you go to sleep stupid, when you wake up5 you'll still be stupid

[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test

[Cheloo (x3) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
I foresee that I, meaning we, ain't gonna give up

[violin by Daniel Lazăr]

1. the money
2. Dacia Logan is a car model, also used by the Romanian Police.
3. Grasa de Cotnari, literally 'The Fat of Cotnari', is a Romanian brand of wine.
4. Witty language here. In Romanian, 'camera' can also mean chamber, room.
5. Witty language here. In Romanian, it can mean either 'wake up' or 'wise up'.

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Deftones - Doomed User Превод текста

22.10.2024

Корисник Осуђен на Пропаст

Click to see the original lyrics (English)

Прошло је твоје време, реци збогом сада и иди одавде
Изгорео ми је фитиљ, јебено умри и иди одавде

Немоћна, заглављена у твојој мрежи гована
Отвори очи, лажеш само себе
Ко год да гледа, надам се да ће разумети
Подигни своју круну, сада си краљица прљавштине

Твој живот је прошао, иди и умри, заиста мислим тако
Лабава и оскрнављена ти дефинишеш значење

То су делузије, престани да поричеш
Не претварај се да се све врти око тебе

Био сам уплашен, јебено згрожен од овога
Моја једина прича је она коју не могу да поднесем
Сада сам постао ово језгро иструлеле воље
Моје срце је црно и никада нећу осећати

Тамо, реци збогом, само се повуци са земље
Прогнана си, однеси своје тело на друго место
То су делузије, престани да поричеш
Не претварај се да се све врти око тебе
Иди причај глупости некоме другом

Твој замак ти је изгорео
Твоје краљевство гори

То су делузије, престани да поричеш
Не претварај се да се све врти око тебе

То су делузије, престани да поричеш
Не претварај се да се све врти око тебе
Иди причај глупости некоме другом

Cantoría - Una noche que los Reyes Превод текста

22.10.2024

Una noche que los Reyes

Una noche que los Reyes
hallar logran a su Dios,
¿cómo, Antón, no hay
xacarilla?
Ha, ha, ha,
ya no hay Antón,
ya no hay Antón.
¿Qué es ha, ha, ha?
Que refunfuño.
¿Y por qué?
Por sí o por no.
Pues sepamos
¿Qué hay que sepan?
el motivo y la razón.

Ha, ha, ha,
pues si lo digo,
sabrán tanto como yo,
sabrán tanto como yo.
Es preciso que en tal noche
como ésta,
que es todo alegría,
no haber desazón.
Es preciso que en tal noche
como ésta,
que es todo alegría,
no haber desazón.

Ha, ha, ha,
pues si yo veo, tan sin razón,
soberbio el hombre
y humilde un Dios,
no es preciso estar un
hombre,
Ha, ha, ha,
de malísimo humor.

Dices bien y es bueno el
tema,
¿y qué es lo que anhelas hoy?
Que conmigo refunfuñen
todos juntos a una voz,
Ha, ha, ha
Porque manden los Reyes
que se enmiende este error.
Ponlo y seguiremos
como dice tu canción.

Ha, ha, ha,
Señor divino,
Ha, ha, ha
remédianos,
Ha, ha, ha,
pues que te precias,
Ha, ha, ha,,
de Redentor.

Una noche que los Reyes
hallar logran a su Dios,
Ha, ha ha,
Ya hay xacarilla
que la ha hecho Antón.
Ha, ha, ha,
Xacarilla …
Ha, ha, ha,
...

Catalan Folk - Els dotze lladres de Puigcerdà Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

21.10.2024

The Twelve Thieves of Puigcerdà

A brand new little tune
You shall gladly hear me sing
It's inspired by twelve thieves...
It's inspired by twelve thieves
Who started to steal around.

They went up the mountains
And, near
They have knocked on some door.
They have knocked on some door:
'Hello! Hello! Who's there?'

'Tell your master to come down,
For we wish to negotiate with him!'
And right there in the hallway...
And right there in the hallway,
They slit his throat!

They dismembered
The house's mistress,
And a young girl who was there...
And a young girl who was there,
They also cut her up!

The stable lad and the maid
Soon started shouting out:
'Come out! Come out, there are thieves!
Come out, there are thieves!
They have just murdered us all!'

Soon enough, Puigcerdà's garrison
Rushes out of town.
Out of the twelve thieves there were...
Out of the twelve thieves there were,
Six were captured!

Out of the twelve thieves there were,
Six were captured...
The other six escaped...
The other six escaped
And were also killed!

Catalan Folk - El caçador i la pastora (Una matinada fresca) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

21.10.2024

The Hunter and The Shepherdess (One Cold Morning)

One cold morning
I went out to hunt.
I cannot find any prey
That I could shoot at all!
If love shoots me and hits me,
If it shoots me, it will hit me hard!

There's a lovely shepherdess
Who was watching over the cattle.
I found her asleep
Under the olive grove.

Because she was so pretty,
I didn't dare to wake her up
I gathered violets in a bouquet
And placed it upon her breast.
If love shoots me and hits me,
If it shoots me, it will hit me hard!

[Instrumental]

The violets were fresh,
The young maiden awakened.
'What are you doing here, young man?
What are you seeking to find in here?'

Your love, oh young damsel,
If only you wanted to give it to me?
'Ask my father for it,
As well as my brother!'
If love shoots me and hits me,
If it shoots me, it will hit me hard!

[Instrumental]

'As my lord uncle decides,
My lord uncle the priest
If he gives you my hand in marriage,
It shall be gladly given!'
If love shoots me and hits me,
If it shoots me, it will hit me hard!

If love shoots me and hits me,
If it shoots me, it will hit me hard!