DB King - Ridah Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Respected Gangsta
Gangsta*, the dark is coming
buffs on my bro**, feeling the smoke making me lame
Blazing it up everyday, and letting it burn
While I lay out plans, my brothers do the same.
Because we are respected gangstas
Gangsta still with my brother, puffing my bro
lalalalal lala
Gangsta still with my brother, puffing my bro
lalalalal lala
blah, DB King giving it up for the sticky icky
Give me 2 crisp blues, I am zero for a fifty
2 fingers to the system, just let me smoke my lame
Burns the whole house down, shuuw, pyscho flame
Just tell me, who is it you visited to clash?
pineapples, gentle on your ear canals
Fuck it, just roll by and make lols****
2 hits on my J, clearing your whole team off the way!
People say to me: I am in a psychosis
But I answer back gangstas give me inhibition
And we look at cannabis, just as it was a gift
Have a free mind, they will never get me to be a slave, no!
We always smoke my dear, it is not something they can change
so fuck your brothers, and secret agents
you can take my freedom, and put me in your chains,
but you will never change how I think, nooo!
Gangsta, the dark is coming
Puffs on my boy, feeling the smoke making me lame
Blazing it up everyday, and letting it burn
But I lay out plans, my brothers do the same.
Gangsta still with my brother, buffing my bro
- Db King
Because we are respected ganstas
Gangsta still with my brother, puffing my bro
lalalalal lala
Gangsta still with my brother, puffing my bro
lalalalal lala
You can still find me in a cloud of smoke
Gangsta still with my brother, zoom, flying high
Mary Jane she is in the house taking the hat off
Let her attack my brain, bang, assassinate
And I blamed her, since we were very young
I leaned back while I puffed the joint
Is there need to lay the new plan for my money flow
Speculate, citizen's town, yep yep yep DB Kingo
And what actually happens for her marijuana trip?
Hit me with a boom, shakalaka like a banana clip
Still hanging with my bro and puffing gambliganjo
rolling up on a paper, that slight aroma of mango
Home and sleeping, happy J
Killer manjeshanjo***, still waiting on that government speaking the same language
Blaze it up, let us smoke one more fatty
Blaze it up, you can just legalise it!
Gangsta, the dark is coming
buffs on my bro, feeling the smoke making me lame
Blazing it up everyday, and letting it burn
While I lay out plans, my brothers do the same.
Because we are respected gangstas
Gangsta still with my brother, puffing my bro
lalalalal lala
Gangsta still with my brother, puffing my bro
lalalalal lala
Gangsta, the dark is coming
buffs on my bro, feeling the smoke making me lame
Blazing it up everyday, and letting it burn
While I lay out plans, my brothers do the same.
Because we are respected gangstas
Gangsta still with my brother, puffing my bro
lalalalal lala
Gangsta still with my brother, puffing my bro
lalalalal lala
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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