Paroles et traduction Edavārdi - Vadislav (Netīrās Cilpas Remix)

Vadislav (Netīrās Cilpas Remix)

Es eju savu ceļu, jo jums sekot nevarēju
Var nedot ceļavēju, kamēr elpot vēl es spēju
Es svinu uzvaras, jums visiem veltot ledus seju
Jo jūs teicāt: "Tas nav iespējams!", kā semplot Haddaway
Varu teikt, ka esmu labākais, pat ja radu sviestu
Jo jūs pārliecinās laba reklāma, ne laba dziesma
Un Tu man saki: "Viss, ko tu dari, šeit smird!"
Bet šis nav reprezents, nu labi, ir, ej dirst, veci
Tu uzkrāsojies, lai mānītu – triks lēts tas ir
Bet man ir zilas lūpas, jo esmu tik vēss
Gribi lejā mani redzēt, bet es ar prieku slimoju
Tik ļoti, ka tad, kad es krītu, Tev šķiet, ka lidoju
Liec barjeras, lai radītu man sāpes
Tās atgādina kāpnes dikti garas te
Es nemainu kursu kā piķim "Parex", bļe
Tagad ģipsī kājas tiem, kas lika padenes
Esmu slims, do' man "Grindex" un "Tic-Tac"
Bliežu traki, bet man pimpis ir Big Pun
Gribi, lai padodos? Šī int'rese ir farss
Jo uz ceļiem izskatos kā sprinteris pirms starta
Klinšu svars visam, ko te saku, neceri, ka tintes maz
Printeris karsts, jo tik dulla rindu sintakse
Teksts paņem Tevi, jo ir slims kā incests, sirds un rindas
Šiten mirdz kā dzintars
Nevēlos būt kings vai princis, kas dirš un slinks
Vai mirs no indes, smaga lirika kā svins un cinks
Tu labāk neko nesaki – tev Sfinkss ir Simba
Mana publika nav auksta, bet ja saņemos un izsviežu jums dziesmu
Es jūtos tā kā rudenī, veci, tāpēc, ka zem viņas redzu tik bieži +1
Un es iešu uz priekšu
Lieku repā faktus, Tu mani netā baksti
Ar komentiem, ka tas, ko trekā saku, garām?
Lieto stresā blatus, bet tas nesāp, bļaģ
Neesmu gejs – mans nestāv blakus Tavam
Ceru, ka zini, ka man nevajag haļavu, nevajag'a ļevas idejas un liekus vārdus
Pat ja mani tikai malu malās lamatas pavada visa mana ceļa garumā – es ietu pāri
Stresam nav pamata, ja Tu Edu te pamani, jo viņš debates padara te par 1 frāzi
Sarunas beidzas, jo tas ir what the fuck, kad saku savu stafu, kas te pakaļas uz vietas gāž
Es biju kluss, savāds. Tagad pohuj, pateicoties lirikai, vakarā pat ir pilns klubs savākts
Skils, kurš parāda, ka visumā visu var darīt, diss'i nav misija mana, čista, man ideju gana
Vai tu tiec līdz? Liriski traks! Es svilinu vinilu, fanes sev klāt vilinu pats
Uz šito biļeti prasi? Te tikai ģimene, kas slima ir kā minimums, bet civila, bļaģ

Vadislav (Netīrās Cilpas Remix)

I go my own way, because I couldn't follow you
You don't have to give me a guide, as long as I can still breathe
I celebrate victories, giving you all an icy face
Because you said: "It's not possible!", Like Haddaway's plot
I can say that I'm the best, even if I make butter
Because you believe in good advertising, not a good song
And You tell me: "Everything you do stinks here!"
But this is not a representative, well, okay, it is, go shit, old man
You put on makeup to deceive – it's a cheap trick
But my lips are blue because I'm so cool
You want to see me down, but I'm happy to be sick
So much so that when I fall, you think I'm flying
Put up barriers to hurt me
They remind me of very long stairs here
I don't change course like "Parex" for money, damn it
Now the legs are in plaster for those who put up stakes
I'm sick, give me "Grindex" and "Tic-Tac"
I hit hard, but my dick is Big Pun
Do you want me to give up? This interest is a farce
Because on my knees I look like a sprinter before the start
The weight of the rock for everything I say here, don't expect little ink
The printer is hot because the syntax of the lines is so crazy
The text takes you because it's sick like incest, heart and lines
This shines like amber
I don't want to be a king or a prince who shits and is lazy
Or dies from poison, heavy lyrics like lead and zinc
You better not say anything – your Sphinx is Simba
My audience is not cold, but when I get myself together and throw you a song
I feel like autumn, old man, because under it I see so often +1
And I will move on
I put facts in rap, you poke me online
With comments that what I'm saying is bold, is it past?
He uses stressed dudes, but it doesn't hurt, dude
I'm not gay - mine is not next to yours
I hope you know that I don't need a handout, I don't need left-wing ideas and extra words
Even if only traps on the sidelines accompany me all the way – I would go over
There is no reason for stress, if you notice Edu here, because he turns the debate into 1 sentence
Conversations end because it's what the fuck, when I say my stuff that brings down hell on the spot
I was quiet, strange. Now fuck it, thanks to the lyrics, even the club is full in the evening
A skill that shows that you can do anything in the universe, disses are not my mission, clean, I have enough ideas
Will you get there? Lyrically crazy! I'm spinning vinyl, I'm dragging the fans myself
Asking for a ticket to this? You are only a family that is sick at least, but civilian, damn it