Zombiju Armija - Edavārdi feat. Arčijs traduction en anglais

Zombiju Armija

Man ir prasta dzīve, bet, zini, lasu rīmes
Visi "par" un "pret" manī 2 gadi cīnas
Ļoti bieži manas domas visi bari mīda
Jo, ķipa, visu ižšķir tikai pliki gabarīti
Kamēr visi mani darbi tika padarīti
Pārmetumus savus tikai lika parazīti
Ķipa, maisa viņi, taisa, ķipa, garu krīzi
Kad nedzirdu tos, tad man ir Paradīze
Paranoja, kad man doma tā kā parīmēt
Pārāk saspīlēti tveru to, kas tālā pagrīdē
Gribas ierakstīt domas plānā kladītē
Un nolaist ar sūdiem lejā kādā kabīnē
Un nevis dēļ tā, ko tur citi gvelž barā
Jā, šitais ir labs, bet gribu vēl labāk
Un, lai bieži idejas psihas peld manā
Galvā un būtu no tā visi vēl starā
Ka pirktu diskus šeit un arī Belgradā
Bet ir jāsaprot, kāpēc tā pieduros
Kāpēc ārdos ar frāzēm kā Rietumos
Lai tevi aplietu ar skābēm kā lietus, jo
Domā, ka tā vari mācēt, kad kliedzu šo
Lai visiem patiktu kā samagons te dažiem
Viņiem būtu jābūt Iron Salamon'a faniem
Lai tev galvā rievas kā parabolas saliec
Visi vārdi kurus lieku uz mēles
Un, protams, piekrītu, ka dziesma ir spēks
Tāpēc bieži, pie bīta, es skrienu pa scēnu
Un man ir pie pī vai pa dienu, vai vēlu
Un nekas, ja klaigās, jo šis liksies štrunts
Šis man ir vajadzīgs vairāk kā visiem jums
Mainam vārdu nozīmi kā krānus fāteri
Ko tu redzi, kad es pasaku vārdu "Lāzeri"?
Un neviens nav pie miķa dēļ draudzības
Šeit tikai labi bliezt visi spēj daudz rīmes
Kā tev liekas, kāpēc sanācām kopā?
Un kāpēc šitie vārdi tajā plakātā grozās?
Man bieži saka un sauc, ka daru pareizi
Bet bieži māc šaubas, vai daru pareizi

Pofig, vai saņem štukas, vai končas par darbu
Vienalga par Abibas vai Dolche & Gabbana
Vai sēdi dārgā jahtā, ja tev ponti ir dārgi
Vai pončikus vāri, moš' kā bomži vāc skārdu un krāmus
Lai pirktu polšu ar kādu garšu
Ar pretīgiem ģīmjiem kā monstri no Star Wars
Vai arī riktīgu končiņu tu tā drāz
Ka kaimiņi sprāgst kā bombas uz tā treka
Kas bliež nost no kātiem brīvi, es nestostos kā tie vīri
Kam plostot jāiet ir, jo rokas pro tādiem trīc, sakot
Ka nepaņems uz masu visu, kā Pac's un BIG's
Vai Blood's un Crip's, bez paškritkas būsi mazs un sīks
Un nah jūs visus, ar visu skanka patēriņu
Ja mans pants blakus tavam ir kā antimatērija
Pieliec un salīdzini, un noslaucīs tevi ar bombām
Es nemēru pantus rindās – es to daru megatonnās
Es izmetu tekstus vairāk, kā atmosfērā CO2
A tu pie miķa labāk skanētu, ja tēlotu zivi
Es vēlos dzīvs pieredzēt jaunus standartus
Kad vērtēs tehniku un izdomu, ne dauņu bandanas
Dalieties, draugi, bandās, slīkstot palēnām naidā
Kuru tas uztrauc, ja plūstat kā kaķēni maisā
Mūžīgās paškritikas dēļ krist varu panikā, bet
Es daru, labi es daru, ja dara labi, jā

Zombie Army

My life is ordinary, but you know, I write rhymes.
All the "pros" and "cons" inside me fight for 2 years.
Very often crowds trample my thoughts.
Because, look, only mere dimensions distinguish everything.
While all my work was being done
Only parasites threw their reproaches.
Look, they're stirring, creating, look, a mental crisis.
When I don't hear them, then it's Paradise for me.
Paranoia, when the thought is like measuring.
Too tensely I perceive what's in the far background.
I want to write down thoughts in a thin notebook
And flush it down the toilet in some cubicle.
And not because of what others yell in a crowd.
Yeah, this is good, but I want even better.
And so that ideas often swim in my psyche
Head and everyone would be even more amazed by it.
That they'd buy records here and also in Belgrade.
But you have to understand why I hold on,
Why I break down with phrases like in the West.
To douse you with acid like rain, because
You think you can do it when I yell this
So that everyone would like it like moonshine here for some.
They would have to be Iron Maiden fans
To bend the grooves in your head like parabolas.
All the words that I put on my tongue.
And, of course, I agree that a song is power,
That's why I often run across the stage to the beat.
And I have it near the pine or during the day or late.
And it doesn't matter if they yell, because this will seem like nonsense.
I need this more than all of you.
We change the meaning of words like taps in an apartment.
What do you see when I say the word "Lasers"?
And no one is at the mic because of friendship.
Here everyone can only blast many rhymes well.
Why do you think we came together?
And why are these words spinning in that space?
People often tell me and call me that I'm doing the right thing.
But I often learn from mistakes, whether I'm doing it right.

Don't care if you get bucks or condoms for work,
It doesn't matter if it's Adidas or Dolce & Gabbana,
Whether you're sitting on an expensive yacht, if you have expensive show-offs,
Or you're cooking donuts, maybe like bums collecting scrap metal and junk
To buy polish with some taste
With disgusting fumes like monsters from Star Wars,
Or if you're rubbing a real cone,
That the neighbors explode like bombs on that track
That blows off the stems freely, I won't resist like those men
Who have to go swaggering because their hands are shaking, saying
That they won't take everything to the masses, like Pac and BIG
Or Bloods and Crips, without a self-roll you'll be small and petty
And screw you all, with all your booze consumption,
If my verse next to yours is like antimatter,
Put it on and compare, and it will wipe you out with bombs.
I don't measure verses in lines - I do it in megatons.
I throw out more lyrics than CO2 in the atmosphere.
And you'd sound better at the mic if you played a fish.
I want to experience new standards alive,
When they'll evaluate technique and ingenuity, not goon bandanas.
Divide yourselves, friends, into gangs, slowly drowning in hate.
Who cares if you're flowing like kittens in a bag.
I can fall into a panic because of eternal self-criticism, but
I do, I do well, if it's done well, yes.