Bart Baker - Anaconda Parody versuri traducere
Parodie Anaconda!
Meloda asta-i despre curur*
Fetele astea toate au fund mare
Clipu asta-i in mare parte doar o adunatura de 'funduri mari'!!!!!
Ma frec in sus si jos de acest intr-o jungla Bamboniana
Fundu meu ii asa de mare, e precum doua gigantice baloane
Iar eu mereu mi-l expun , fiindca-i cel mai bun atributiv al meu dar ii tunat prin operatie, da e facut din plastic !!
Nu e real, real, realllllll
Costa multi bani si factura operatiei creste rapid
Am modificari la nas, buze, plus implanturi de sani si
dinti falsi de nivel cu Domnul Ed
Ada-mi un morcov!
Misc din fund cu un sarpe , 95% din mine ii fake/plastic
Dand din fund asa de tare, cutremur masiv
Acum rappai asa de repede, cred ca limba ii pe cale sa
mi se 'rupa'
Mai tarziu in clip pentru Drake am sa dansez
In principiu eu's o striparita care stie de asemenea sa reppaie
Dar versurile mele sunt chiar rele, ele's complet si pe deplin cretine
Eu's proastah tah tah proasta proasta proasta proasta proasta!!!
O masa ce se invarte cu un fruct
O boxa roz si o ceasta
Clipu asta inseamna lucruri ce n-au sens
Si curur*!!!
Tu ai copiat 'Babby Got Back'
Eu's nervos
In gunoi ai transformat-o
Da-mi ceva si mie
Din toti banii aia !!
Ha-HA tarf^, te rog
'Vorbeste' cu fundu' meu !!!
Dintr-un anume motiv in njungla un gym exista
Unde eu ridic aceste mici greutati, ca sa-mi antrenez muschii mei cei falsi
Eu ma antrenez destul de tare , insa nu exista transpiratie pe formele mele
Fiindca eu mi-am amortit toate glandele de transpiratie cu injectile astea de botox
Apoi eu cu mizeria-mi dau de podea, repaind despre sex
incontinuu
Comportandu-ma ca o curv*, irosind talentul ce-l am
Scriind versuri ce-ti vor face creierul sa-ti putrezeasca
Eu's o proasta cac**a!!
Scena in bucatarie
Turnand crema
Storsind intreg recipientu' pe ai mei sani
Comportamentu meu super vulgar, imbracamintea cu adevarat micuta
Aproximativ in 7 ani am sa arat ca Lil Kim
Repaind drac* asa de repede, ca s-ascund faptul ca eu's inapta
Asa plasticata, cand o sa mor la reciclare arunca-ma
Drake intr-un scaun sta, acum eu pentru el am sa dansez
Eu's proastah tah tah proasta proasta proasta proasta proasta!!!
Eu nu vreau dans in poala
Cur* tau ii mult prea mare !!
'Ai sa mananci cur* asta!!
Nu pot!! nUU, pot sa respir!! Opreste-te!!!
Grrrffmm urvvmmem meh furrhhh
Ce zici Drake!?
Incerc sa te avertizez
Nicki in spatele tau un sarpe e !!
Ohh Doamne !!
Sarpele ala!!!
Asa-i tarf*,
E nemancat
Si iubeste suculenta carnita de curulet!!
Anaconda, Infuleca putoare* aia plastificata!!!
Anaconda mea a halit 'bucile' lu' Nicki iar acum melodia asa
proasta-i terminata!!!
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Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
01.02.2025
On board of the Aspasia
You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
01.02.2025
Gramophonomaniac
In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
singable
01.02.2025
At the End of the Park
When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...