Paroles et traduction Aspova - 110

110

Semtimin ayanları yine köşe başında
Piercing yok belki ama yarabandı kaşında
Sandığının aksine herkes ekmek aşında
Bilmediğin şeyler var, bilmedikleriniz var
Gangster değil hepsi annesinin yanında
Öyle büyüktü sokak yiğitlik var kanında
Kavgalar çıkar bazen kimse kimseye darılmaz
Bilmediğin şeyler var, bilmedikleriniz var
Babasını kaybeden komşularım var
Ağıtlar var tüm hatıralarım derinde
Sokak o gün herkes eder geldiğinde
Selalar vedalar; hep beraber gidilcek!
Verilcek selamlar semt bizimle
Hesapla kira var, sonra sırtın ter içinde
Aptal beyin anlamaz sana göre aramızda farklar var
Tek fark senin paran var ya da lüks bir apartman
Para bol tabi rahatlar, tek hobileri geceleri dağıtmak
Bi' partide kolunda bi'kaltak (ey!) gidip kendi non stop
Fakir edebiyatı mı asla! sadece bize ekmek size pasta
Zoruna gitmesin ama;
(hook)
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı, her yer yandı
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı, her yer yandı
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı, her yer yandı
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı, her yer yandı
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı itfaiyeyi çağır herkes yandı
Itfaiyeyi çağır ortam yandı itfaiyeyi çağır ya-ya-yangın yangın!
Varoş dediğin yerler asıl şehirlerdir
Biz doğuştan sokaktaydık baya savaş verdik
Semte kimyasal girdi birkaçımız zehirlendi
Gizlediğin şeyler var, bilmedikleriniz var
Isteseydi polis hemen temizlerdi
Çünkü her köşenin paşında bi mavi fort gezerdi
Bazen işçi amcalarla kaldırım dizerdik (evet)
Pislettiğimiz üstler var hissettiklerimiz var
Hatta su satardık pazar yerlerinde
Zaman geçti hatıralarım derinde
Olmak varsa ünlü eğer kaderimde
Sokak aspova olsam bile hep dilimde
Yerim hep bilincek bağcılar ve çevresinde
Müzikle birlikte
Tüm junkieler bizimle, sevincez hep beraber
Not et bunu yaz, neticede hepimiz yok olucaz!
Yara dolu vücudumda, hiçbiri bilmez ama konuşurlar
Makinem hep baş ucumda seni gidi kaltak
Bana ne pahalı pabucundan senin aga
Yaşamaya çalışıyon hep ucunda, hepsinin sonucunda
(itfaiyeyi çağıralım)
(hook)
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı, her yer yandı
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı, her yer yandı
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı, her yer yandı
Itfaiyeyi çağır her yer yandı, her yer yandı

110

The freaks are out again on the street corner
No piercings, but maybe a little band-aid on your eyebrow
Not as hard as you think they all are, just trying to make ends meet
There are things you don't know, things you haven't seen
They're not gangsters, they're all mommas' boys
They were raised on the streets, toughness is in their blood
Fights break out sometimes, but no one gets too upset
There are things you don't know, things you haven't seen
I have neighbors who have lost their fathers
Lamentations, all my memories are deep inside
The streets are full that day when everyone comes
Prayers and farewells; we will all go together!
Greetings will be given, the neighborhood is with us
Bills to be paid, then your back is covered in sweat
Your stupid brain doesn't understand, you think we're different
The only difference is that you have money or a fancy apartment
Money talks, so you relax, your only hobby is partying at night
At a party, a slut on your arm (hey!), you go your own way
Poverty porn? Never! Just bread for us, cake for you
Don't take it personally, but;
(hook)
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, everything's on fire
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, everything's on fire
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, everything's on fire
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, everything's on fire
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, call the fire department, everyone's on fire
Call the fire department, the atmosphere is on fire, call the fire department, ya-ya-fire, fire!
The places you call slums are the real cities
We were born on the streets, we fought hard
Chemicals came into the neighborhood and poisoned a few of us
There are things you are hiding, things you haven't seen
If the police wanted to, they could clean it up right away
Because on every street corner there was a blue uniform
Sometimes we worked with the construction workers (yeah)
We have dirty shirts, we have feelings
We even used to sell water in the market
Time passes, my memories are deep inside
If it's my destiny to be famous
Aspova the street would always be on my tongue
My place will always be known in Bagcilar and the surrounding area
With music
All the junkies are with us, we're happy together
Write this down, because in the end, we'll all be gone!
My body is covered with scars, but no one knows, they just talk
My gun is always next to me, you bitch
I don't care about your expensive shoes, man
You're always trying to live on the edge, in the end
(Let's call the fire department)
(hook)
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, everything's on fire
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, everything's on fire
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, everything's on fire
Call the fire department, everything's on fire, everything's on fire