Sarafa - Sofia de Janeiro (София де Жанейро) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Sofia de Janeiro

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This isn't a philosophy, but the reality itself
Welcome to Sofia
Bulgarians, Turks, all in one place
Yellows (Asians) all together with gipsies
This is the life in the neighbourhoods
You praise the mayor in the eight o'clock news
All day the pensioners don't get off the tram
It's warm there, in comparison to their rooms (there's some change)
Really? Where? The economic crisis has been fucking with us for 20 years
All big state-men, Kostov, Borisov are fraudsters
The 'chalga' doesn't stop on the radios, get the fuck back to your villages
Sofia became a 'shopska' salad
Do you teach your children belly dance?
 
A, Yeah, Yo
Welcome to Sofia de Janeiro
A, Yeah, Yo
Don't look at the centre, my neighbourhood is ghetto.
 
Traffic jam, squalor, junk
At the traffic lights there are Jeeps and horse-carts
Insolent drivers drive in the wrong lane
They get off and fight
They forgot that children don't have breaks
There are corpses of dogs and cats on the asphalt
The cops let you go for 20 bucks
And after that, they are at the corner, relaxing with some prostitutes
The people are a flock, all they are doomed, the young and the old
They are lazy, they don't move a finger
It's easier for them to make shake their ass
Don't call me a rapper, I'm not a rapper
The rappers are comics
90% of them - they don't ever tell you the truth
Know, they are cowards.
 
A, Yeah, Yo
Welcome to Sofia de Janeiro
A, Yeah, Yo
Don't look at the centre, my neighbourhood is a ghetto.
 
As my brother, Sho. told me 10 years ago
'Sofia is a jungle'
Here's 10 years later - there's no change
You, rappers, Do you still play these 'wake'-things here?
It's the reality, Sofia de Janeiro, Here we live...
 


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