Paroles et traduction ansis - Sauss

Sauss

Šīs vietas nozīme manā dzīvē man neskaidra liekas
No latvieša manī ir tikai tas, ka nesmaidu uz ielas
Rīga ir pilsēta bez ritma. Es tai piedāvāju savu
Rakstu mūziku ielām, pat tad, ja ielās tās nav
Man šeit nav karjeras kāpņu, daru, lai man tādas būtu
Taisu to sūdu, pēc kura Tev tavs sūds skan kā sūds (Balzams...)
Lai tu redzētu mani pārtiekam labi
Un rakstu tā, ka pēc tam man uz ielas jāiet ar nazi
To visu fake motivāciju jums acīs smērēt es nenācu
Tāpēc, ka taisu repu, nevis spēlēju jums teātri
Es nezinu, kad jums vajadzēs apglabāt ansi
Hui zin, kā vispār man ir izdevies vēl saglabāt krampi
Jau kā puikam man likās, ka tūlīt zaudēšu to vispār
Tagad man ir sieva es klauvēju pie tricāra
Man ir tā seja, kurai tic
Tā balss, kuru klausās, un es eju kur ir miķis
Ja viņi ielaidīs mani, mēs pas'tīsimies kā būs
Es tikai gribu ieskatīties acīs viņiem kā pūce!
Kamēr mani vārdi skan kaligrāfiski precīzi
Sampli bez kvalitātes un netīri
Lecu uz bīta, tā lai es nogalinātu to secīgi
Es spīdu, un man to sanāk darīt tā, ka tu nespīdi!
Labs puika, bet uz steidža tā kā huligāns
Kad publika uz pirstu galiem slejas tā kā surikāti
Par šo domājot, uzmodos daudzas naktis
A-n-s-i-s atpakaļ ar jaunu plati
(Balzams...)

Sauss

The meaning of this place in my life seems unclear to me
The only Latvian thing about me is that I don't smile on the street
Riga is a city without rhythm. I offer it my own
I write music for the streets, even if they're not there
I don't have a career ladder here, I do it so that I can have one
I make this shit, after which your shit will sound like shit to you (Balm...)
So that you can see me eating well
And I write in such a way that afterwards I have to go out on the streets with a knife
I didn't come here to rub all that fake motivation in your face
Because I rap, I don't play theater for you
I don't know when you'll need to bury ansis
Who knows how I've managed to keep my cramp at all
Even as a boy I thought I was about to lose it altogether
Now I have a wife, I knock on the tricar
I have that face that people trust
That voice that people listen to, and I go where the mic is
If they let me in, we'll get high as hell
I just want to look them in the eye like an owl!
While my words sound calligraphically precise
Samples without quality and dirty
I jump on the beat, so that I can kill it sequentially
I shine, and I manage to do it in a way that you don't shine!
Good boy, but on stage like a hooligan
When the audience rises on tiptoe like meerkats
Thinking about this, I wake up many nights
A-n-s-i-s back with a new plati
(Balm...)