17.03.2025
Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)
From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
Alligatoah - Meine Hoe versuri traducere în engleză
My Ho
[Intro]My ho, my ho, my ho
My ho, my ... (oh, ah, yeah!)
My ho, my ho, my ho
My ho, my ... (yeah, ah!)
[Part]
Your ho is talking about condoms again
I have a conversation with my ho about Nietzsche
Digga, I give my ho a tender kiss
And then we gaze into the motherfucking stars (yes)
And then she spreads her jowls and speaks of particles and quanta
Sometimes I reduce her to just her thoughts
Sometimes there was nothing to see and we moved on
Like a passerby, (or a female passerby)!
My ho does not just love me because I'm moving sexily
But I still dance in the background when she does a rap video
She takes the receipt and pays like a boss
Eh, my ho does not just have hair on her head
My ho is not an angel, she has a lot of vices
My Ho consists of 50 percent water
Your ho is as thin as a reversible cover
My ho is healthy, bam, you bastard
My Ho cleans the apartment with a sponge and some soap (aha)
Not because she is a woman, but because it's her turn (haha)
And she roasts some meat skewers (uuuh)
Not because she has to, but because she can
When she comes to the party, you hear every fruit farmer rave
Because she shakes, shakes, shakes jokes from the sleeve
My ho was a slut, but she is not ashamed
My Ho gives a fuck about your concept of honor
She rejoices with us over emancipation, while my brothers cry:
Yeah, we can finally show our feelings!
Finally, grind through the kitchen with the iron
Without it being oppressive, like it was in former times
My Ho has a male circle of friends
I do not lock her in borders and fences
Just because a large group apparently thinks that fidelity
Is meaningful in a prison
We have consensual sex, ah, consensual sex, through
Consensual lashes, no rule is violated
I choke her with two things: linen tape and respect
It only takes a single, and the balance of power turns completely
It is a modern concept, we are so modern
My Ho is not just a number on a scale from one to ten
Bitch, my ho is also not interchangeable, period
You want to know what she looks like? (yes?) eyes, nose, mouth
She has to bend down, because otherwise she can not lift anything
My ho is fucked by life
My ho is beautiful without the use of glitter nails
Because you can read the marks that destiny has left on her face
Sometimes it corresponds to the appearance of a stripper girl
Or maybe more like a grizzly bear
Or rather a female grizzly bear! But the combination counts for something
She is not like the others, but, of course, nothing against the others!
I am proud of my ho, she is truly correct
And because she finds art better without some moral codes
And a shitty text still does not replace her conscience
She really likes to listen to sexist rap, well...
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From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
17.03.2025
Rain
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
17.03.2025
Sawah Lettuces
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
17.03.2025
The Little Bunch of Rushes
O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
- 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.