Kahpelik Moda - Tekir Übersetzung ins Englische

Kahpelik Moda

Ehh, haha, şarkıya bak lan, şşt (Sardı di' mi)
Sardı, çok fena sardı (üç, dört)

Bu sene de kahpelik moda
Sabredene dar gelir oda
Yüreğinde sahtelik olan
Gözlerime bakmasın ulan

Bu sene de kahpelik moda
Bütünüyle sahtelik olay
Hak edene kalp temiz ama
Gerisine yol verin baba

Gökyüzüne hasretiz ulan
Günler soğuk, zindan dört duvar
Herkese gül; bize diken, vay
Bu mudur adaletin zaman?

Nedir bizi böyle saf kılan?
Her darbede bin tövbe, yalan
Senden iyi olmasın ama
Bu kahpeler çok zalim zamanla

Bu sene de kahpelik moda
Sabredene dar gelir oda
Yüreğinde sahtelik olan
Gözlerime bakmasın ulan, hey

Bu sene de kahpelik moda
Bütünüyle sahtelik olay
Hak edene kalp temiz ama
Gerisine yol verin baba

Sen beni sattın o soytarıya
O da seni sattı üç-beş karıya
Şimdi bin pişmansın, dayanma kapıya
Soyadım ezer çakalları tek tek
Tek hücreli memeli oynuyosun seksek
Toprağıma dökmem seni
Seninle bi' şehire mi insek?
Keyfim de yerinde kahyası da
Dost da senden düşman da, sevdim on bin pişman da
Bekledin; yıkılsın kaldırım
Torpilin vicdan önüne geçmiyor; yandın
Yüzümüze gülüyor piçler
Arkamızdan envai işler
Bi' görün; görünür keli tepetaklak
Her saniye aleyhine işler
Ne o? Hişşt, şaşırdın mı?
Herkes sevişir, herkes küfreder

Treachery is in Fashion

Ehh, haha, look at this song, shh (It's catchy, right?)
Catchy, it's super catchy (three, four)

Treachery is in fashion this year too
The patient find their room too small
Anyone with fakeness in their heart
Don't look me in the eyes, woman

Treachery is in fashion this year too
It's all about fakeness
My heart is pure for those who deserve it
But for the rest, show them the door, man

We long for the sky, woman
Days are cold, a four-walled dungeon
Smiles for everyone, thorns for us, wow
Is this justice, time?

What makes us so naive?
A thousand repentances with every blow, lies
May you never be better off, woman
But these treacherous women are so cruel with time

Treachery is in fashion this year too
The patient find their room too small
Anyone with fakeness in their heart
Don't look me in the eyes, woman, hey

Treachery is in fashion this year too
It's all about fakeness
My heart is pure for those who deserve it
But for the rest, show them the door, man

You sold me out to that clown
And he sold you out to a few other women
Now you're full of regret, don't bother knocking on my door
My last name crushes jackals one by one
You single-celled mammal, you're playing hopscotch
I won't bury you in my land
Should we even descend to the same city as you?
I'm in a good mood, and I have my steward
Friends and enemies alike, I loved, then regretted ten thousand times
You waited for the pavement to crumble
Your connections don't override your conscience; you're burned
Bastards smiling in our faces
Doing all sorts of things behind our backs
Just wait and see; everything will turn upside down
Every second works against you
What? Hey, are you surprised?
Everyone makes love, everyone curses