Paroles et traduction Beogradski Sindikat - Gorila U Magli

Gorila U Magli

Kao gorila u magli borim se za opstanak
Vidim svetlo gde je mrak, pravim se slab kad sam jak
Ponosni potomak izgubljene vrste, malobrojne ali èvrste
Pogledaj na binu još uvek možeš da nas izbrojiš na prste
Ali biæe nas sve više. preplaviæemo scenu neæe moæi da se diše...
Sindikat stiže! arogantni, militantni
Sve što treba je blant i dobar bit, u svakoj varijanti
Kreæemo u napad, desantni, hip hop diverzanti
što nisi zapisao, zapamti
Kontrola, disiciplina, suzdržavanje
Da bi s' dostigla visina proraèun vremena
Trenutak je sve
Jedno mi je uništiæu te!
S voljom u duši, èetri svojstva ratništva u glavi
Mudrostima punim ti uši dok bit buku pravi
Znanje je moæ!
Daj da ti ga dam
Zato sam i uzeo mikrofon da kidam
Overi snagu našeg stila. muka mi je od debila
Suviše ljudi pustilo je krila
A ne znaju da lete. tu nešto prete
Moje rime su ko rakete, obaraju u nebu
Brže od poletanje æe da slete
Za mene su samo mete, rovci za um
Slaganje metafora. kao kum
Moj ugovor se ne odbija, moja reè kran probija
Ubija želju da mikrofon dobijaš u ruke
Ja sam marko, jedan od devet majstora ove struke
Beogradski sindikat! da vam vidim ruke!

Gorilla in the Mist

Like a gorilla in the mist I strive for survival
I see light where there is darkness, I pretend to be weak when I am strong
Proud descendant of a lost tribe, few, but strong
Watch us on stage and you can still count us on our fingers
But there will be more of us. We will flood the stage, you won't be able to breathe...
The Cartel is coming! Arrogant, militant
All we need is a blunt and a good mood, in any way
We're going on the attack, airborne, hip hop guerrillas
What you didn't write down, memorize
Control, discipline, restraint
In order to reach the heights, calculate your time
The moment is everything
One thing for me is that I will destroy you!
With willpower in my soul, the four qualities of a warrior in my head
I fill your ears with wisdom while the beat makes a noise
Knowledge is power!
Let me give it to you
That's why I took the microphone and started rapping
Validate the power of our style. I'm sick of idiots
Too many people have let their wings down
And they don't know how to fly. There's something wrong here
My rhymes are like rockets, they shoot down in the sky
Faster than takeoff, they'll land
For me, they are just targets, traps for the mind
Combining metaphors. like a godfather
My contract cannot be rejected, my words pierce through the skull
It kills the desire to hold the microphone in your hands
I am Marko, one of the nine masters of this craft
Belgrade Cartel! Let me see your hands!