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Corona (Predrag Miljković) - Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Hat down

Trust me, same blood, mate
Flows trough these veins
I turn down your ban intentions
Dirty like an ash tray
 
Trapped brains
Like alcohol in a bottle
I've seen more drugs
Than Ramadanovski
 
Five bros, five-legged star
Zvezda-Bari, nine to one
And today all this shit
I watch just trough a different tv
 
We grew up in a country
Where life didn't take car of us
And our songs forever
Will burn like a lamp
 
We're not stars, we are
Brothers from the streets
Corona, crazy curly guy
Gaucos-Maradona
 
Streams of blood are getting deeper
After the nineties
I don't give a fuck about a degree
Even the president doesn't have one
 
Look, we're like Beastie Boys
We have the beat
And rap fresh as peppermint
From those rizzlas
 
Now it looks like i
Haven't dreamed of
The mass chanting to my songs
Like Impala, fuck
 
Hats down mafia
We fuck you hard
We'll swallow you
Cold, cold lake
 
You're bad actors
Poker face guys
You'll never take away my smile
Dragan Nikolic
 
Chorus
The streets are dirty and dark
I heal my pain and wounds with alcohol
You can buy love for money here
Mate, watch your brothers' back
 
So when you see us hat down
Hat down, hat down
So when you see us hat down
Hat down, hat down
 
Fight in this jungle
To survive like a lion
Balkan banana split
It's nobody's fault
 
Dundja, Ho Ci Min
I want peace
And one Pretty Woman
Like Richard Gear
 
187, yea, i'm a son of a bitch
For some son of a whore
But not a loser
Exclamation mark, Dundja rap
Wunderkind, great guy
 
Come, and from my tobacco pipe
Take a smoke
Thank God i have someone
I know i can, i have someone to do it with
 
Hat down mafia
We have a new hit, of course
When it's One Music Beats
Share link and don't hate, bitch
 
Mostly good, sometimes bad
Wicked with beat
I'm in minus only
When Macao plays
 
Tomorrow my love and me
Aruba, Curacao
While rappers are rich
You're rich, you say
 
Bye, you're not
Not down to our knees
All our victories
Are your losses
 
Our dreams are your nightmares
We're not like the rest
You can feel that
Hats down everybody
 
Chorus
 
You don't have a heart for this
Enough bullets
Look of a champion
You can't do that
 
If i died tomorrow
I know who would die for me
Mate, we caught up with you
Faster than
 
Behind me are just
Burning bridges
In front of me are
Made deals
 
Up on the sky
Only God is above ghetto
Under me are Nike
Under them is a stage
 
And to you i don't even want to
Say hello, no
And in the neighborhood is not
As cool as it used to be
 
My friend is arrested for drugs
We'll call him Kosmodisk
Washed brains, that's bad
 
And why that jealousy
And hate
I have to eat
I have to buy gas
 
Brother, i swear on my mom
All this was just a dream
Killa, Corona, Dundja
Brother, Netherlands calling
 
Not enough time
Too much stress
In everyone's clock
The sand is dripping
 
And I
I just want the best
Hat down mafia
Family hustling
 
Chorus
 


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25.11.2024

Chrysanthemum





(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
 

(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
 

(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
 


25.11.2024

Mr. Gershwin





In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 


25.11.2024

In Vain





Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
 

I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
 

You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
 


25.11.2024

Going even further (Reprise)





Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further