Текст и перевод песни Gilli - La Varrio (El Barrio)

La Varrio (El Barrio)

Det her det strofer lige fra junglen af
Lev og dø for dit nabolag
Hårde tider, venter bedre dage
Startet på bunden, ikk' forvent at tab'
Calma Calma, det caliente
Lak, du ved vi trykker sedler, til vi ikk' ka' tæll' dem
Jeg har ingenting at sige, jeg vil hellere finde dem
De vender ryggen til dig, lige pludselig er du glemt
Shababs'ne har ramt den, så de varm, uh-la-la-la
Tre dodo ringer på en gang
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio, jaja
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio, jaja
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio
Det her det tanker fra la varrio
De iloyale de ka' komme og gå
For når problemerne de banker på
Står du alen med dit eget håb
Calma Calma, det caliente
Lak, du ved vi trykker sedler, til vi ikk' ka' tæll' dem
Jeg har ingenting at sige, jeg vil hellere finde dem
De vender ryggen til dig, lige pludselig er du glemt
Shababs'ne har ramt den, så de varm, uh-la-la-la
Tre dodo ringer på en gang
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio, jaja
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio, jaja
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio, jaja
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio, jaja
Ou-wa-wa-wa, det til la varrio, la varrio
Ou-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Ou-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Ou-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Ou-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa

The Hood (El Barrio)

These are verses straight from the jungle
Live and die for your neighborhood
Hard times, waiting for better days
Started from the bottom, don't expect me to lose
Calma Calma, it's getting hot
Girl, you know we print bills until we can't count them
I have nothing to say, I'd rather find them
They turn their backs on you, suddenly you're forgotten
The boys hit it big, they're hot, uh-la-la-la
Three phones ringing at once
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood, yeah
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood, yeah
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood
These are thoughts from the hood
The disloyal ones can come and go
Because when problems come knocking
You stand alone with your own hope
Calma Calma, it's getting hot
Girl, you know we print bills until we can't count them
I have nothing to say, I'd rather find them
They turn their backs on you, suddenly you're forgotten
The boys hit it big, they're hot, uh-la-la-la
Three phones ringing at once
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood, yeah
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood, yeah
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood, yeah
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood, yeah
Ou-wa-wa-wa, this is for the hood, the hood
Ou-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Ou-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Ou-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
Ou-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa