Gleb - SOUNDTRACK MALEJ METROPOLY - translation of the lyrics into English

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SOUNDTRACK MALEJ METROPOLY
SOUNDTRACK OF A SMALL METROPOLIS
(Jaa, moje meno je, moje meno je BBG a hrr)
(Hey, my name is, my name is BBG and hrr)
Leto na sídlisku a so mnou moji magori
Summer in the housing estate and I'm with my fools,
Gleb ty si tupec, potom Gleb sorry sorry
Gleb you're an idiot, then Gleb sorry sorry,
Lil Boy G vôbec nebol taký dobrý
Lil Boy G wasn't that good at all
Medzi konfliktom a konfliktom som vždy vyberal konflikt
Between a conflict and a conflict I always chose the conflict,
S partou sme nahrávali takú chorú špinu
With the gang we recorded such sick filth
Že moje staré PC-čko z toho chytilo vírus
That my old PC caught a virus from it,
V mojej detskej izbe veľa rýmov, veľa dymu
In my childhood room many rhymes, a lot of smoke,
V ruke lacné víno, boli sme najhoršie niños
In my hand cheap wine, we were the worst niños,
Cez deň v betónovej džungli a večer pri hrade
During the day in the concrete jungle and in the evening at the castle,
Doma sme klamali, že sme boli na brigáde
We lied at home that we were on a part-time job,
Počkaj si na deň, keď sa dostaví tvoj úspech
Wait for the day when your success comes
A tvoje nudné mesto zrazu nebude také nudné
And your boring town suddenly won't be so boring,
Pod ňou moja drahá, jej kabelka je drahá
Under her, my darling, her handbag is expensive,
Pozerám sa o to, nech ti skočí hviezdna dráha
I'm watching for it, to make your stellar path jump,
Alebo ne, kľudne ťa nehám byť prvým
Or not, feel free to let you be first,
Nejsom ambiciózny debil, ne ne ne, nemám to v krvi
I'm not an ambitious asshole, no no no, I don't have it in my blood,
Brr, plujem jazykolamy jak šíp
Brr, I spit tongue twisters like an arrow
Vaše strč prst skrz krk mi môže suckovať dick
Your stick your finger through your throat can come suck my dick
Počká si ťa madafaka, schová sa za krík
The madafaka will wait for you, hide behind the bush,
Celá ulica bude počuť tvoj beznádejný krik
The whole street will hear your hopeless scream,
T-O-E-P-T-R-E-K-Y
T-O-E-P-T-R-E-K-Y
Rovno z betónovej džungle, džungle
Straight from the concrete jungle, the jungle
My máme T-O-E-P-T-R-E-K-Y
We've got T-O-E-P-T-R-E-K-Y
Rovno z betónovej džungle, džungle
Straight from the concrete jungle, the jungle
My máme T-O-E-P-T-R-E-K-Y
We've got T-O-E-P-T-R-E-K-Y
Rovno z betónovej džungle, džungle
Straight from the concrete jungle, the jungle
My máme T-O-E-P-T-R-E-K-Y
We've got T-O-E-P-T-R-E-K-Y
Rovno z betónovej džungle, džungle
Straight from the concrete jungle, the jungle
Toto je soundtrack malej metropoly
This is the soundtrack of a small metropolis,
Zvládne feliť tejto doby, mesto zabudnuté bohmi (povedz im)
It can vibe with this time, the city forgotten by the gods (tell them)
Toto je soundtrack malej metropoly
This is the soundtrack of a small metropolis,
Ďalšie maily a phone cally, neni čas vyložiť nohy (povedz im)
More emails and phone calls, no time to put our feet up (tell them)
Toto je soundtrack malej metropoly
This is the soundtrack of a small metropolis,
Holly molly quacamole, moji homies nech voľní
Holly molly guacamole, let my homies be free,
Toto je soundtrack malej metropoly
This is the soundtrack of a small metropolis,
Veľký stejdž a teba bolí, že sme kurva na ňom boli
Big stage and it hurts you that we were fucking on it
Toto je soundtrack malej metropoly
This is the soundtrack of a small metropolis,
Všetci kašleme na normy, budeme freak ako Oli
We all cough on norms, we'll be freaks like Oli
Toto je soundtrack malej metropoly
This is the soundtrack of a small metropolis,
Zoberte loptu, nie drogy
Grab a ball, not drugs,
Nikto nechce kopať góly
Nobody wants to score goals,
Toto je soundtrack malej metropoly
This is the soundtrack of a small metropolis,
Celý týždeň páliš stromy, nepohneš sa od konzoly
All week long you burn trees, you don't move from the console,
Toto je soundtrack malej metropoly
This is the soundtrack of a small metropolis,
Parky, parkoviská, schody, všade hrajú naše bomby
Parks, parking lots, stairs, our bombs are playing everywhere,





Writer(s): Peter Bitter, Gleb Veselov


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