Текст и перевод песни AKC Misi - Sötét Órák
Vissza
a
gyökerekhez,
klasszik
rap
Back
to
the
roots,
classic
rap
Telnek,
múlnak
az
évek,
kikopott
a
plasztik
slepp
(Yeah)
The
years
go
by,
the
plastic
is
worn
out
(Yeah)
Mindig
azt
nyomom,
amin
jár
az
agyam
I'm
always
thinking
about
what's
on
my
mind
De
soha
nem
azon,
hogy
hogyan
kössem
fára
magam
But
I
never
wondered
how
to
tie
myself
to
a
tree
Kész
vagyok
meghalni,
de
nem
a
magam
okán
I'm
ready
to
die,
but
not
for
my
own
reasons
Ha
eljön
az
idő
mosolyogva
állok
majd
tovább
When
the
time
comes,
I'll
keep
smiling
Nincsen
már
pofám
rinyálni
neked
I
don't
have
the
face
to
whine
to
you
anymore
Elbasztam
mindent
és
én
ezt
nem
tehetem
veled
I
fucked
everything
up
and
I
can't
do
that
to
you
Sötét
órák,
sötét
évszakok
Dark
hours,
dark
seasons
Sötét
minden,
érzem
a
vérszagot
It's
dark,
I
can
smell
blood
Egyedül
vagyok,
muszáj
most
gondolkodni
I'm
alone,
I
need
to
think
now
Minden
bűnös
dolgodat
az
ablakon
Misi
most
dobd
ki
Throw
all
your
sinful
things
out
the
window
Misi
now
Félre
a
piát
meg
félbe
a
gyógyszert
Cut
the
booze
and
cut
the
medicine
Minden
könnycseppet
elnyelek,
nem
egy
helyes
módszer
I
swallow
every
tear,
not
a
correct
method
Agyam
módot
váltott,
önpusztítóba
My
brain
has
changed
into
a
mode
of
self-destruction
A
lelkemet
bedobta
egy
elhagyott
bányatóba
He
threw
my
soul
into
an
abandoned
mine
pit
Kizártam
magam
azt
is
úgy
mondván
I
locked
myself
out
saying
it
too
Hogy
magányos
maradtam,
jönnek
a
sötét
órák
That
I
remained
lonely,
the
dark
hours
are
coming
I
swear
to
God
I
want
to
just
slit
my
wrists
and
end
this
bullshit
I
swear
to
God
I
want
to
just
slit
my
wrists
and
end
this
bullshit
Throw
the
Magnum
to
my
head,
threaten
to
pull
shit
Throw
the
Magnum
to
my
head,
threaten
to
pull
shit
And
squeeze
until
the
bed's
completely
red
And
squeeze
until
the
bed's
completely
red
I'm
glad
I'm
dead,
a
worthless
fuckin'
buddha
head
I'm
glad
I'm
dead,
a
worthless
fuckin'
buddha
head
The
stress
is
buildin'
up,
I
can't
The
stress
is
buildin'
up,
I
can't
I
can't
believe
I
can't
believe
Suicide's
on
my
fuckin'
mind,
I
wanna
leave
Suicide's
on
my
fuckin'
mind,
I
wanna
leave
I
swear
to
God
I
feel
like
death
is
fuckin'
callin'
me
I
swear
to
God
I
feel
like
death
is
fuckin'
callin'
me
But
nah,
you
wouldn't
understand
But
nah,
you
wouldn't
understand
You
see
it's
kinda
like
the
crack
did
to
Pookie
in
New
Jack
You
see
it's
kinda
like
the
crack
did
to
Pookie
in
New
Jack
Except
when
I
cross
over,
there
ain't
no
comin'
back
Except
when
I
cross
over,
there
ain't
no
comin'
back
Should
I
die
on
the
train
track
like
Ramo
in
Beat
Street
Should
I
die
on
the
train
track
like
Ramo
in
Beat
Street
People
at
the
funeral
frontin'
like
they
miss
me
People
at
the
funeral
frontin'
like
they
miss
me
My
baby
mama
kiss
me,
but
she
glad
I'm
gone
My
baby
mama
kiss
me,
but
she
glad
I'm
gone
She
know
me
and
her
sister
had
somethin'
goin'
on
She
know
me
and
her
sister
had
somethin'
goin'
on
I
reach
my
peak,
I
can't
speak
I
reach
my
peak,
I
can't
speak
Call
my
nigga
Chic,
tell
him
that
my
will
is
weak
Call
my
nigga
Chic,
tell
him
that
my
will
is
weak
I'm
sick
of
niggas
lyin',
I'm
sick
of
bitches
hawkin'
I'm
sick
of
niggas
lyin',
I'm
sick
of
bitches
hawkin'
Matter
of
fact,
I'm
sick
of
talkin'
Matter
of
fact,
I'm
sick
of
talkin'
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