Paroles et traduction Edavārdi - Nauda, Nauda, Nauda (feat. Ansis)

Nauda, Nauda, Nauda (feat. Ansis)

Daudzi saka, ka tieši tas, kas man patīk
Nav laba karjeras izvēle, bet es ceru, var prasīt
Kapēc tieši tas, kas man patīk, nav laba karjeras izvēle
Man saka: "Nezinu, ej barjeras izpēti pats!"
Es radu dziesmas, un to man ir vēl daudz
Un es iekustinu pūli, kaut nav tas tēls glauns
Man uz to ir talants, bet saka man "Dēls, audz"?
Jo man jādara tas, kas nepatīk, dēļ naudas?
Nebūšu pastnieks, kas no suņiem vēl pa retam bēg
Jo es redzētu, ka citiem raksta, bet man nē
Zini, es kā kasieris liktos garīgi slims
Man tā patīk rakstīt, ka pat veicī radītu rindas
Būtu labi, ja aiz restēm pūtu tie sūda politiķi
Bet es pār sarkano ietu, ja būtu policists
Lieli mērķi, tapēc kustīgs kā celis
Bet, ja būtu kosmonauts, es uzmīstu uz Zemes
Man vaj'g piķi kā abatam svētvietas
Tā kā zinātniecei, kas tagad ir sētniece
Vai tādas domas bojā, kā palagus – ēdiens?
Un kā Tu to dabū te – pa labam vai blēdies?

Man vaj'g naudu, naudu, naudu,
Naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu
Man vaj'g naudu, naudu, naudu,
Naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu
Mums vaj'g latus un litus, baksus un čipus
Un mums vaj'g blatus un piķi, un akrus un ikrus
Dodot plates un diskus, ņemt hatas un džipus
Vaj'g uzgriezt basus un kikus, lai apklustu visi
Bet mums vaj'g latus un litus bez smakas un riska
Un tad būs blati un piķis, blakus tās čiksas
Kas būs trakas un plikas, vaj'g hatas un džipus
Jā, mums vaj'g naudu

Piķis tā ir lieta, par ko neļauju prātu nomākt,
Jo es negulētu, ja pārāk bieži par to sāktu domāt.
Tāpēc manā valūtas kursā ir bišķi tā kā aisbergi,
Jo nauda ir dzīvesveids, bet tā niša man ir aizņemta.
Atslēgas vārds ir "prioritātes";
Te pie mums māksliniekus apdala kā minoritātes (!).
Kad iet smagi, noder drusku vieglas naudas, bet
Liekot plusu pie plusa, plusu bieži nav, ķipa,
Zīda palagi, ādas saloni, nez ko teiktu
Dzimtcilvēki, redzot, kā pār tevi valda baroni?!
Bet pēc tā visa nāks aprakt tevi laiks, ooo!
Reku, džeki velk ar krītu uz kapakmeņa high-score'u!
Ļaudis pavada naudas smaka, to pavada kuces,
Kuras pavada to runas, kam ir kabatas tukšas.
Kad nav kapeiku, man neērtības rada tas drusku,
Jūtu, zem kājām sāk pamati zust, jā, liekas, man vajag

Man vaj'g naudu, naudu, naudu,
Naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu
Man vaj'g naudu, naudu, naudu,
Naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu, naudu
Mums vaj'g latus un litus, baksus un čipus
Un mums vaj'g blatus un piķi, un akrus un ikrus
Dodot plates un diskus, ņemt hatas un džipus
Vaj'g uzgriezt basus un kikus, lai apklustu visi
Bet mums vaj'g latus un litus bez smakas un riska
Un tad būs blati un piķis, blakus tās čiksas
Kas būs trakas un plikas, vaj'g hatas un džipus
Jā, mums vaj'g naudu

Money, Money, Money (feat. Ansis)

Many say that what I like
Is not a good career choice, but I hope I can ask
Why exactly what I like is not a good career choice
They say to me: "I don't know, go explore the barriers yourself!"
I create songs, and I have many more
And I move the crowd, even though the image is not glamorous
I have a talent for it, but they tell me "Boy, grow up"?
Should I do what I don't like, for money?
I won't be a postman, who even occasionally runs from dogs
Because I would see that others are writing, but not me
You know, I would seem mentally ill as a cashier
I like writing so much that I would even create lines while running errands
It would be good if those shitty politicians rotted behind bars
But I would cross the red line if I were a policeman
Big goals, that's why I'm moving like a knee
But if I were an astronaut, I would miss the Earth
I need cash like an abbot needs shrines
Like a scientist who is now a janitor
Do such thoughts spoil like bed sheets - food?
And how do you get it here - nicely or by cheating?

I need money, money, money,
Money, money, money, money, money, money
I need money, money, money,
Money, money, money, money, money, money
We need lats and litas, bucks and chips
And we need dough and cash, and acres and eggs
Giving plates and discs, taking hats and jeeps
Need to turn up the bass and kicks, so that everyone shuts up
But we need lats and litas without smell and risk
And then there will be dough and cash, next to those chicks
Who will be crazy and naked, need hats and jeeps
Yeah, we need money

Cash is a thing I don't let my mind be bothered by,
Because I wouldn't sleep if I started thinking about it too often.
That's why my currency rate is a bit like icebergs,
Because money is a way of life, but that niche is taken for me.
The key word is "priorities";
Here, artists are robbed like minorities (!).
When things are tough, a little easy money comes in handy, but
Adding plus to plus, there's often no plus, dude,
Silk sheets, leather salons, don't know what to say
Relatives, seeing how barons rule over you?!
But after all this, time will come to bury you, ooo!
I'm telling ya, dudes draw high scores on tombstones with chalk!
People are accompanied by the smell of money, which is accompanied by bitches,
Who are accompanied by the speeches of those whose pockets are empty.
When there are no pennies, it makes me a little uncomfortable,
I feel the ground under my feet is starting to disappear, yeah, I feel like I need

I need money, money, money,
Money, money, money, money, money, money
I need money, money, money,
Money, money, money, money, money, money
We need lats and litas, bucks and chips
And we need dough and cash, and acres and eggs
Giving plates and discs, taking hats and jeeps
Need to turn up the bass and kicks, so that everyone shuts up
But we need lats and litas without smell and risk
And then there will be dough and cash, next to those chicks
Who will be crazy and naked, need hats and jeeps
Yeah, we need money