Maître Gims - Ana Fi Dar Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Ana Fi Dar
[Verse 1]
Holed up in the 'hood, too cold to roll out
I'm here asking myself, how many times has death come close to me?
Some of my friends made it, others are mopping the floor
Others are in hospital , or 'Starfiloullah', or possessed
My fans are special, it's what I wanted
In the Viano , Meugi is on the radio, and suddenly Vianney is on
I know it comforts you to say that I'm no longer rapping
The server is getting paranoid because I've been drinking nothing but Red Bull
She's looking for a vicious guy, it's only normal that she's put you in the friendzone
I've been kicking since the beginning of time, ask Fianso about it
From Paris to Compton, I've always paid cash
Bro, your sales aren't working out, hope we'll hear you
They're lazy, they don't move, but they're happy with saying that if she has a 'tom-tom' it'll go 'rom'pompompom
Bro, you might be full of muscles, but we don't give a damn
Whales are huge, but they eat plankton
I'm doing 140 and the police write me up
They take my licence and I get it back the next day
My lawyer has no heart, my lawyer isn't funny
My lawyer could defend my parents' murderers
I arrive like Hokage hidden behind the smoke
If there's noise, hide the cash behind the radiator while I argue with my sister
Punishments will never stop being dealt to those who associate
If I become French
I'm afraid I'll have to accept joining the military and shooting at young people who are helpless, without a friend
Without a home, hiding south of the equator
Skipping school and spitting on the principal
I know the way, just like a migrant bird
I took Guy's texts to be passing words, passing in front of me without knowing their value
If you're looking for me, Ana Fi Dar,
Darcy's there smoking hashish, up there on the stah
She asks me questions, but she already knows the answers
She wants to know what it's like to do it with a star
Paradise has no price, but you'll have to endure the cries
Don't insult the crocodile before crossing the Nile
There's more and more of us, even though we're killing each other
Here, the walls are moist, but they're varnished, too
Give me some time, brother, so that I can realise that my heart is empty, empty just like the Gare d'Austerlitz
[Chorus]
If you're looking for me, Ana Fi Dar,
Drops of cum, that's the story
If you're gonna hurt yourself, channel yourself
The job's done, but I still haven't carried it out
If you're looking for me, Ana Fi Dar,
Drops of cum, that's the story
If you're gonna hurt yourself, channel yourself
The job's done, but I still haven't carried it out
[Verse 2]
I'll ask for her hand on the Rue Faubourg Saint-Honoré
I'll lie to her and tell her the world is soft and full of colour
It's confirmed by the street, like the Club Dorothée
Fussy about cleanliness, just like the Bolloré family
I think that I know enough of the entire human race to say that things will never evolve
I’m in this thing with a global view, with just a bit of precaution
Because I'll inevitably know the end of the dream
Remodelling Africa, I’m not pretending to have the solution
Dounia will look at you and smile when she's sucking you off
If you want to get your contract signed
Cousin, do it at the house of Batiatus
I've been walking on corpses for seven years
I was, I am, and I’ll remain the king of the North
Nobody's gonna break my balls, I’m warning you, you assholes
It isn't even possible because I've got balls of gold
I always feel like a Chechen in front of the Russians
Know that a donkey will only go forward if you play a trick on him
I’m listening to the noise of the rain hitting against the roof of the abribus
I’m such a gentleman , I’ll hold the door for you just so I can look at your ass
Son of a…
The man is black, I’m hardly deluding myself
If you die, that’s life, it’s carved on the coat of arms
It won’t change a thing, even if you say that I’m right
[Chorus]
If you're looking for me, Ana Fi Dar,
Drops of cum, that's the story
If you're gonna hurt yourself, channel yourself
The job's done, but I still haven't carried it out
If you're looking for me, Ana Fi Dar,
Drops of cum, that's the story
If you're gonna hurt yourself, channel yourself
The job's done, but I still haven't carried it out
If you're looking for me, Ana Fi Dar,
Drops of cum, that's the story
If you're gonna hurt yourself, channel yourself
The job's done, but I still haven't carried it out
If you're looking for me, Ana Fi Dar,
Drops of cum, that's the story
If you're gonna hurt yourself, channel yourself
The job's done, but I still haven't carried it out
-Βασιλική Οικονομοπούλου
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An old story, you and I, once in love, a perfect tie.
We were happy, heart to heart, but now we’ve fallen apart.
I’m just a memory—get used to it!
Go to her now, let anger hit.
Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
You deserve to be alone in pain
No turning back—it’s all in vain.
At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
I’ve left it all behind.
When I was hurting, where did you stay?
With someone else, you chose to play.
Drink all you want—it won’t make me care.
Search for me, but I’m not there.
Remember the days I hid my tears?
Now you burn with the same fears.
Keep your words, they mean no more,
You killed the love we had before.
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Starting a long journey...
Opening a new page
I will win! (Win!)
Pokémon for the advanced!
(The advanced!)
I will win! (Win!)
I will touch the clouds...
And I'll prove to everyone...
Who's the best, the best in the world...
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Heavenly clouds
Oh, heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers!
Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
Akin to myself, you travelers hasten
From the dear north to course southern.
Then who is exiling you: is it fate’s verdict?
Is it the envy concealed? Is it malice in the open?
Or is there a crime that levees a burden?
Could it be slander by friends that is poison?
No, you are fatigued by fields that stay barren…
Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
Always cold-bloodied, always independent,
You have no homeland, know not of banishment.
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The solitary man of the night
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
I have departed, solitary and dejected
Severed my heart from the all
The loneliest of the lonely, sorrowful and disgraced
The one alone and without a tomorrow, that is me
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips
I have departed from your city
Packed my rucksack and left
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips