Paroles et traduction Ceza - Sokak Sanatı

Sokak Sanatı

Degdimi boyun egdimi?
-Ceza- geldimi basin göge erdimi?
Haram lokmalari dizdiniz bogazda kalmasin itin
Tatli dilin önemi yok bitin
Sokaklardaki bu gerçegi çekene sor
Çekene zor çekene kor alev
Yandi gözler sabahlara kadar çalisan eller
Evler ekmek bekler gecekondu ve viraneler
As yedirememis bebegine üzgün anneler
Onsekiz saat mesai Üç kurusta para
Sabahlara kadar sokakta yapilan isporta
El arabasiyla kit kanaat geçim
Her türlü fatura dert hayat sert
Kim ola mert Yoo!
Siftahsiz bekleyisler, bacak yoran yokuslar
Inisler, sokakta alin teriyle para beklemekteler
Ek is çevirenler ev geçindirenler
Sokak sanati bu begenmeyenler ...
Sokak bir armoni ayni seramoni
Dinle sen dünyayi sanki yirtik ayakkabi
Geceler çok kati kalmadi hiç tadi
Gece gündüz mücadele iste sokak sanati
Bosu bosuna kosma
Hosuna gitti kus-Bakisi bakmak
yaklas tasina sadik olana asina terini katana
Savasi yaklas ta seyret
Sokaktaki mücadele benzemez seninkine
Nerede kaldi el emegi göz nuru alin teri?
Agrimakta beli sirta çuval, yasida elli
Nasirlanmis elleri helal kazanmis bu besbelli
Sirtlan akbaba çakal gibi les yiyen
Hazira konmak isteyen emek sömüren
Hortum eden-Dualar hemen gebermesi için
Simitçinin çöpcünün vesaire vesaire
Sokaktaki sanatçi ödül almaz
Hak eder ve kazanir
Kit kanaat olsada ya Sabir ya Sabir
Döküldü terler her zaman sapir sapir
Karda olsa gene soguk terler bosalir
Sokak bir armoni ayni seramoni
Dinle sen dünyayi sanki yirtik ayakkabi
Geceler çok kati kalmadi hiç tadi
Gece gündüz mücadele iste sokak sanati
Kaç taksici canindan oldu para için
Kani donmus sifirin altinda beyinler yüzünden
Bu kadar kolay mi
Kimi için bu olay mi
Keyfi tikir olan acaba bunlari duyarmi?
Kahpeler kahpe zihniyetleriyle içimizdeler
Sabahlara kadar yirtinircasina çalisap ezilen
Evine bir lokma ekmek götüren Herkez
Sanatçidir benim için sokak içinde
Dikkat edin saygi gösterin iyi seyredin
Düsünün ve takdir edin
Ödüllendirin: Sokak sanati bu inkar etmeyin
Ezeli ve ebedi sanattir bu red etmeyin
Sokak bir armoni ayni seramoni
Dinle sen dünyayi sanki yirtik ayakkabi
Geceler çok kati kalmadi hiç tadi
Gece gündüz mücadele iste sokak sanati

Street Art

Did it hurt? Did it bow down?
-Ceza- did it arrive? Did your head reach the sky?
You lined up your ill-gotten gains, may they choke you, dog
Your sweet tongue has no meaning, you're finished
Ask those who endure this reality in the streets
It's tough for those who pull, a scorching flame for those who push
Eyes burning, hands working till dawn
Homes await bread, slums and ruins
Sad mothers who couldn't feed their babies
Eighteen-hour shifts, meager wages
The hustle in the streets till morning
Handcarts and meager earnings, just getting by
Every kind of bill, a burden, life is harsh
Who can be brave? No!
Waiting without a single sale, tiring slopes
Ups and downs, waiting for money with sweat on the streets
Those taking on extra jobs, those providing for their homes
This is street art, those who don't like it...
The street is a harmony, the same ceremony
Listen to the world as if you were in torn shoes
The nights are harsh, there's no taste left
Struggle day and night, that's what street art is
Don't run in vain
Looking down from above might be pleasing
Come closer, witness those loyal to the stone, accustomed to sweat
Their fight is near, come and watch
The struggle on the streets is unlike yours
Where is the labor, the apple of the eye, the sweat of the brow?
His back and waist ache, a sack, fifty years old
Calloused hands, honestly earned, that's for sure
Those who eat carrion like hyenas, vultures, jackals
Those who want to reap what they haven't sown, exploiting labor
Embezzling - Prayers for their immediate demise
The simit seller, the garbage collector, and so on and so forth
The artist on the street doesn't receive awards
He deserves and earns
Even if it's just enough to get by, patience, patience
Sweat pours always, dripping, dripping
Even in the snow, cold sweat still breaks out
The street is a harmony, the same ceremony
Listen to the world as if you were in torn shoes
The nights are harsh, there's no taste left
Struggle day and night, that's what street art is
How many taxi drivers lost their lives for money
Their blood frozen below zero because of brains
Is it that easy
Is this a game for some
Do those whose lives are peachy keen even hear about these things?
Whores with their whorish mentalities are among us
Those who work tirelessly until dawn and are oppressed
Everyone who brings a morsel of bread home
Is an artist to me, within the streets
Pay attention, show respect, watch closely
Think and appreciate
Reward them: This is street art, don't deny it
It's an eternal and everlasting art, don't reject it
The street is a harmony, the same ceremony
Listen to the world as if you were in torn shoes
The nights are harsh, there's no taste left
Struggle day and night, that's what street art is