Paroles et traduction Fuat feat. Şanışer - İstemem

İstemem

Aç kapıyı, ben geldim
Doldur bardaklara şerbeti telkin
Biri diskoda, diğeri yas tutar
Zihin odalarında gel-git (ah)
Her kim eğleniyorsa vicdanı askıya alanlar mangal yapar
Paspal yürekli hasta ruhlar insan olmadan çıkamaz, çıkmaz sokaktan
Bıktım dramdan, kandan, infilak eden bombalardan
Yıkılan hayatlar bahçeme atlar ve ağaç budar
Kardeş gibi yaşamak yalan
Kime avantaj sağlar savaşlar?
Sevinç gözyaşlarından başka bi′ şey akmaz valla
Barış ve huzur olsun, hırsızlık asla
Barut kokan nefesi ensende gürler
Gezi'de kalan gözler, hür kokan içgüdün beni özler
Közde pişer Rap′i şiş gibi gözde
Otobüste selfie sırtım dönükken
Kırk beş seneyi devirdim. N'olmuş göz altlarım çökükse?
İğne girdi kalbine yüksükle (Ah) Fuat yüksek!

İstemem hanlar, saraylar; istemem hürmetini
Dünya yalancısın, kaç kere gördüm?
İstemem gülmesini (ah), istemem türbesini
Dünya baktı aldı, kaç yere gönlüm?

İstemem hanlar, saraylar; istemem hürmetini
Dünya yalancısın, kaç kere gördüm?
İstemem gülmesini (ah), istemem türbesini
Dünya baktı aldı, kaç yere gönlüm?

Şer, özne cümlede, F-U fiil
Ruhum bedenimde refugee
Gerçekle kâbus bir, livin' in a nexus dream
Beynim bi′ tapınak gibi, girmeden önce aga bi′ "Destur!" deyin
Sırtladım üstüme vazife yollar
Sonum mapus ama, çıkacak sormam
Laf söyleyen herkes kolpa
Ama susmayı seçen herkes korkak
Tüm varlığım kompakt, tüm sandığın zoka yutuyorsun
Orta Doğu'da bomba
Kan yemli bi′ olta, koy ye İblis torba
Yazan, çizenler içer'de, haram yiyense dışar′da
Sesini çıkarma, neofaşist bi' çıkarma
Gülüm, gül de aynı bok, çiban da
Gayrı kırarlar, uyumayan her şeye karşı çıkarlar
Her işini görürsün, işini bilirsen
Yeter ki karşılıklı olsun çıkarlar

İstemem hanlar, saraylar; istemem hürmetini
Dünya yalancısın, kaç kere gördüm?
İstemem gülmesini (ah), istemem türbesini
Dünya baktı aldı, kaç yere gönlüm?

İstemem hanlar, saraylar; istemem hürmetini
Dünya yalancısın, kaç kere gördüm?
İstemem gülmesini (ah), istemem türbesini
Dünya baktı aldı, kaç yere gönlüm?

Ekseriyetle aksi
Rap′lerle çek senet mafyası gibi partilere çöken, taksitle haraç kesen haramiden ne oldu? Anlat haydi!
Sahnede mağlup kafiyelerin
Pusuda mayına basar teknikleri
Acizleri keklerim
Plastik Oscar'a layiktir (hah) yetenekleri
Yitik elde kaybolan gençlik
Bitmiş işi bunalımdan kimlik
Dik dur eğilme ayakta sikti!
Gurur ve Rap ile bayrağı dikti!
Kalemi tatar yayıyla atar damara
Soykırım uğrar rötar yapmadan
Bıkmaz vatanı araba satmaktan
Suratın duvara asılı kasnakta
Rap yapan cühelanın zafiyeti kafiye peşinde kaybolunca
Saptar ve saplar usta!
Benim borcum yok Rap'e lan!
Yok kitapta susmak!

İstemem hanlar, saraylar; istemem hürmetini
Dünya yalancısın, kaç kere gördüm?
İstemem gülmesini (ah), istemem türbesini
Dünya baktı aldı, kaç yere gönlüm?

İstemem hanlar, saraylar; istemem hürmetini
Dünya yalancısın, kaç kere gördüm?
İstemem gülmesini (ah), istemem türbesini
Dünya baktı aldı, kaç yere gönlüm?

I Don't Want It

Open the door, I'm here
Fill the glasses with the syrup of suggestion
One at the disco, the other mourns
Comings and goings in the rooms of the mind (ah)
Whoever is having fun, those who have suspended their conscience have a barbecue
Sick souls with shabby hearts can't get out, can't get out of the street without becoming human
I'm tired of drama, blood, exploding bombs
Ruined lives jump into my garden and prune trees
Living like brothers is a lie
Who benefits from wars?
Nothing but tears of joy flow, I swear
Let there be peace and tranquility, never theft
A breath smelling of gunpowder roars at your neck
The eyes that stayed in Gezi, the free-smelling instinct misses me
Rap cooks on embers like a skewer in the eye
Selfie on the bus with my back turned
I've turned forty-five. So what if my under eyes are sunken?
A needle went into your heart with a thimble (Ah) Fuat is high!

I don't want mansions, palaces; I don't want your respect
World, you're a liar, how many times have I seen it?
I don't want her smile (ah), I don't want her tomb
The world looked and took, to how many places, my heart?

I don't want mansions, palaces; I don't want your respect
World, you're a liar, how many times have I seen it?
I don't want her smile (ah), I don't want her tomb
The world looked and took, to how many places, my heart?

Evil, subject in the sentence, F-U verb
My soul is a refugee in my body
Reality and nightmare are one, livin' in a nexus dream
My brain is like a temple, before entering, say "Excuse me!"
I carried the duty roads on my back
My end is prison, but I won't ask, it will come out
Everyone who speaks is a phony
But everyone who chooses to remain silent is a coward
My whole being is compact, you swallow everything you think is a zoka
Bomb in the Middle East
A blood-baited fishing rod, put it in, Iblis bag
Those who write and draw are inside, those who eat haram are outside
Don't speak up, don't make a neofascist one
My rose, laugh, it's the same shit, a boil too
They break the dissenters, they oppose everything that doesn't sleep
You can get everything done, if you know your job
As long as the interests are mutual

I don't want mansions, palaces; I don't want your respect
World, you're a liar, how many times have I seen it?
I don't want her smile (ah), I don't want her tomb
The world looked and took, to how many places, my heart?

I don't want mansions, palaces; I don't want your respect
World, you're a liar, how many times have I seen it?
I don't want her smile (ah), I don't want her tomb
The world looked and took, to how many places, my heart?

Mostly the opposite
What happened to the haram who crashed parties with raps like the promissory note mafia, extorting in installments? Tell me!
Defeated rhymes on stage
Their techniques step on a mine in ambush
I cake the helpless
Their talents are worthy of a plastic Oscar (hah)
Youth lost in a lost hand
An identity from a finished job out of depression
Stand tall, don't bend, he fucked standing up!
He planted the flag with pride and Rap!
He throws the pen with a crossbow into the vein
Genocide happens without delay
He doesn't get tired of selling the country like a car
Your face is hanging on the wall in an embroidery hoop
The weakness of rapping ignoramuses is when they get lost in the pursuit of rhyme
The master deviates and strays!
I don't owe Rap anything, man!
There is no silence in the book!

I don't want mansions, palaces; I don't want your respect
World, you're a liar, how many times have I seen it?
I don't want her smile (ah), I don't want her tomb
The world looked and took, to how many places, my heart?

I don't want mansions, palaces; I don't want your respect
World, you're a liar, how many times have I seen it?
I don't want her smile (ah), I don't want her tomb
The world looked and took, to how many places, my heart?