Paroles et traduction Cash Flow - Sus

Sus

Herşeyin vardır bir bedeli
Zormuş tutmak kelimeleri
Tutnmak herkesin tek emeli bu
Zordur çözmek bilmeceyi
Nutuk atmaksa basit ama
Yapabilmektir bundan emin
Dinle sen de bence önce
Düşün durma izmirimi
Ben de kaparım son kez olsun
Cash Flow için gözlerimi
Kısmam ben de hiçbir zaman
Haksız olana sözlerimi
Durmadım durmam bundan sonra
Takip edin izlerimi
Bizi ezmek isteyenlere
Gösteririm ben dişlerimi
Volkan, Çağdaş, Hakan hepsi
Batının kralıdır rap delisi
Kimileri olmuş ki duydum ben
Birkaç kişinin hep delisi
çakar gruba sizce sırtına
Olmuş olan üç sillesi
Sinir elbet rapte yazılan
Barınan tüm rap listesi
Baktık biz de sonduk olduk
Kanlı alemin tek gözdesi
Biz de başardık artık varız
Olduk rapin tek özdeşi
Hakkımızda sevgi saygı
Olmadı kalmadı bizde kaygı
Yoktur bizde kimseye yargı
Bizde güneybatı tarzı

Sus, hepimiz ruh hastasıyız biz
Rus ruleti oynarken tuz buz ol
Hesap kol gibi girer
Sahnelerde usta biz, saksafonda siz

Vasat bizde izmirimizde
Usta olmuş birbirimizde
Yeraltı ise bizim izlerimizde
Yorgunluktur dizlerimizde
Hecelerimizde kafadan kaçık
Gecelerimizde pencere açık
Yollar drajik yine önümüzde
Yaşlar akacak yine gözümüzde
Sözümüzde durduk delikanlı
Çağdaş'ın her gece elleri kanlı
Fazıl gerçek zanlı aranan
Gökçe malları karalara sarılan
Darılan kızlar yaradan fes
Batınan salınan manyak Mes
Izmir test, herkese rest
Soğut res tarzımdır
Sitilim her zaman farzımdır
Lazımdır bütün evlere set
Bebelere verilen mesaj net
Ha gayret be yola geldin
Exleri yuttun bize verdin
Niye girip verdin aptal sarışın
Bitti mi bizde CD karışım
Barışın sahtekarca olmuş
Içi nefret dolu sevgi rolmuş
Dolmuş cebi kara paralarla
Raplere açılan yaralarla
Aramalı kapıları dar alanda
Aramalı sapları her berebanda
Otlu kumanda aklı dumanda
Sen de geber bizim o limanda

Sus, hepimiz ruh hastasıyız biz
Rus ruleti oynarken tuz buz ol
Hesap kol gibi girer
Sahnelerde usta biz, saksafonda siz

Sus

Everything has a price, my dear
It's difficult to hold on to words
Everyone's only goal is to hold on, darling
It's hard to solve the riddle
But it's easy to give a speech
But being able to do it is what matters
Listen to me first, my love
Don't hesitate to follow my lead
I, too, will close my eyes for the last time
For Cash Flow
And I will never close my eyes
To the unjust
I will not stop from now on
Follow my footsteps
To those who want to crush us
I will show my teeth
Volkan, Çağdaş, Hakan, all of them
Are the kings of rap in the West, my love
I've heard that some people have become
The fools of a few people
Do you think they turned their backs on the group?
After getting three slaps on their backs
Anger is certainly hidden in rap
In all the rap playlists
We looked and we thought and we became
The only favorites of the bloody world
We have succeeded, we exist now
We have become the epitome of rap
Love and respect for us
There is no anxiety left in us
We have no judgment for anyone
We have the Southwest style

Hush, we're all lunatics, darling
When playing Russian roulette, be shattered
The bill is huge
We're the masters on stage, you're the saxophonists

Mediocrity in our Izmir
We have become masters in each other
The underground is in our footsteps
Our knees are tired
Insane in our syllables
Our windows are open at night
The roads are still tragic ahead of us
Tears will still flow in our eyes
We kept our promise, my love
Çağdaş's hands are bloody every night
Fazıl is the real suspect, the wanted man
Gökçe is the one who embraces the blacks
Angry girls with a red fez
Batınan, swinging, crazy Mes
Izmir test, everyone else rest
Soğut res is my style
My style is always my duty
It is necessary to set up all the houses
The message given to babies is clear
Come on, you've come around
You swallowed your exes and gave them to us
Why did you go and give it up, you stupid blonde?
Is the CD mix in us over?
The reconciliation was fake
Full of hatred inside, a role of love
His pocket is full of dirty money
With the wounds inflicted on raps
He should look for doors in narrow spaces
He should look for handles in every dugout
The remote control is weedy, his mind is hazy
You too will die in that port of ours

Hush, we're all lunatics, darling
When playing Russian roulette, be shattered
The bill is huge
We're the masters on stage, you're the saxophonists