El Bahattee - 981 versuri traducere în engleză
981
[Target]
I'm 100% concentrated
On anything that sounds dirty and vulgar to 'niceys'
For me it's totally real cause I saw rock bottom
Underneath which there's only hell, and if I hadn't started crying then
I won't do it now either when a look cuts me in half
The line between pain and joy gets me high like winning jackpot
With a hundred thousand dollar smile and a slave's wish
To unleash myself from chains
Your soul will end up like Sodom and Gomorrah
Burn in your fire
With Babylon inside myself, I confuse others with my style
So when you plan to understand the ways of another specie
When they let you through saints' fingers while baptizing you
And I will look for the Almighty's forgiveness for creating me
Because my heart speaks to me and tells the truth
Straight into the face of the poor man fighting himself
Cause his tongue burns in the wish to speak up
While it bursts from our throats, rock it, record it, where are you, stupid
Where the hillbillies come first, not the villagers
On which faces you can see it, make a face
So I'll put you in a glass and present the wrong race
But you'll always hear confidence in my face cause I get masses up
So put your fancy ass inside an S-class and hit the gas pedal
One and one, I'm watching you the whole week
And I thirst for your blood, who'll be first?
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee
[El Bahattee]
Verified information at every time every day
If you're interested, call the cocky shithead on the screen
Don't believe what everyone else says
You know they're lying, they want less records, put us back to garage
back to cellars, turn us off so no one hears
When Bahatte curses the nation, spitting and poisoning the children
I talk about our youth, composing verse by verse
If you bought an album to your kids, listen before them
I'll tell them about their grandmas, fathers, mothers
About gays, easy whores and what their grandmas think
You're the prettiest part of their world till there's no money involved
untill a younger lady comes to daddy and mother wants a son in law
Nothing is as it should be, turn this up, louder
Let mother cry, neighbor go mad, gay jump
Cause I know it all, gossip, secrets, the whole system
I'm 981 system that doesn't close it's mouth
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee
[General Woo]
I'm high in a hundred ways in a pile of hillbillies
I send the signal from the hood so every ass can hear me
I represent the hood, the good and the bad too
Thins that get spent are now spent even more
there are new jobs, we became a lot of things
With loads of new shit when imagination goes on
Dealers, fuckers, smugglers, sellers
The big shots in the hood dreaming to be stronger
Bahattee and me come from the same hood
We're no longer there but we represent it from the start
Going through shit you'll never know about
We're cocky in Dubrava* when you start shitting over us
there's one truth, first you spit on us
Fucked yourself hard, cursed your mother in front of your father
And today your child wants our autograph
And it's so cool they came to look exactly ours
I know how to sign cause I finished school
I get better education with drinks and food on the table
Big dough in my pocket, garbage diggers in money
I don't give a fuck who loves and who doesn't
[El Bahattee & Tram 11]
We have facts from which your face goes red
Informations on history of occupation
Evidence because of which I can't stop
I call 981 El Bahatee
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01.02.2025
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...