Paroles et traduction Jamal - Satta

Satta

Czasami jest ten dzień kiedy wszystko co złe
W środku daje ci znak
I czujesz że to co dobre nie dzieje się
Tak jak zawsze
Bo niby jest tak samo ale ty wiesz że nie
Ciągle czegoś ci brak
I czujesz, że to wszystko już nie skończy się
Póki nie zaczniesz

A tous les marchands de haine qui rodent dans la cite,
Arreter d'empoisoner les enfants dissipes,
La farine de votre ble ne fait que detruire leur sante,
Voulez- vous une generation hantee?

Rzucam bombę, niewiarygodni mają ze mnie pompę
Kuliminacja nienawiści rodzi się przed kompem
Młode bąble - za nich też pijemy, bąble
Wypuszczamy chmury tak jak hondę ciągle
Dziś jak hippis, stąd do missisipi
Wymaluj wypisz to jak dżontrek kipi
Co piątek kipisz, król hula miodula
Wszystko co mam urodziło się w bólach

A tous les marchands de haine qui rodent dans la cite,
Arreter d'empoisoner les enfants dissipes,
La farine de votre ble ne fait que detruire leur sante,
Voulez- vous une generation hantee?

A tous les marchands de haine qui rodent dans la cite,
Arreter d'empoisoner les enfants dissipes,
La farine de votre ble ne fait que detruire leur sante,
Voulez- vous une generation hantee?

Une minute, reflechis 2 fois avant la chute,
T'as le choix entre la lutte ou le parachute,
Zute, encore u gosse qui debute,
Son ame souffre tellement qu'il a oublier son but,
Pas de panique, Je suis l'homme qui tombe a pique,

A tous les marchands de haine qui rodent dans la cite,
Arreter d'empoisoner les enfants dissipes,
La farine de votre ble ne fait que detruire leur sante,
Voulez- vous une generation hantee?

A tous les marchands de haine qui rodent dans la cite,
Arreter d'empoisoner les enfants dissipes,
La farine de votre ble ne fait que detruire leur sante,
Voulez- vous une generation hantee?

Czasami jest ten dzień kiedy wszystko co złe
W środku daje ci znak
I czujesz że to co dobre nie dzieje się
Tak jak zawsze
Bo niby jest tak samo ale ty wiesz że nie
Ciągle czegoś ci brak
I czujesz, że to wszystko już nie skończy się
Póki nie zaśniesz

To jak wątek z forum
Nie mamy już oporów
Za dużo tu sporów nie zejdziemy z tych torów
Bit dla profesorów to jak hołd dla tradycji
Dosyć fikcji mamy więcej ambicji

Ambicieux, munis de multiples munitions,
On attaque les medias avec nos wibrations,
Reste captif, quand nos ondes envahissent ta raison,
C'est le satta remix de la maison,

A tous les marchands de haine qui rodent dans la cite,
Arreter d'empoisoner les enfants dissipes,
La farine de votre ble ne fait que detruire leur sante,
Voulez- vous une generation hantee?

A tous les marchands de haine qui rodent dans la cite,
Arreter d'empoisoner les enfants dissipes,
La farine de votre ble ne fait que detruire leur sante,
Voulez- vous une generation hantee?

Satta

Sometimes there's this day when everything bad
Gives you a sign from within
And you feel that what's good isn't happening
The way it always has
Because it seems the same, but you know it's not
You're constantly missing something
And you feel like this won't end
Until you begin

To all the merchants of hate who prowl the city,
Stop poisoning the dissipated children,
The flour of your wheat only destroys their health,
Do you want a haunted generation?

I drop a bomb, the unbelievers are getting pumped
The culmination of hatred is born in front of the computer
Young bubbles - we drink for them too, bubbles
We release clouds like a Honda constantly
Today like hippies, from here to Mississippi
Paint it out, write it out like a Star Trek hype
Every Friday you're buzzing, the king drinks mead
Everything I have was born in pain

To all the merchants of hate who prowl the city,
Stop poisoning the dissipated children,
The flour of your wheat only destroys their health,
Do you want a haunted generation?

To all the merchants of hate who prowl the city,
Stop poisoning the dissipated children,
The flour of your wheat only destroys their health,
Do you want a haunted generation?

One minute, think twice before the fall,
You have the choice between the struggle or the parachute,
Damn, another kid starting out,
His soul suffers so much that he has forgotten his goal,
Don't panic, I'm the man who falls headfirst,

To all the merchants of hate who prowl the city,
Stop poisoning the dissipated children,
The flour of your wheat only destroys their health,
Do you want a haunted generation?

To all the merchants of hate who prowl the city,
Stop poisoning the dissipated children,
The flour of your wheat only destroys their health,
Do you want a haunted generation?

Sometimes there's this day when everything bad
Gives you a sign from within
And you feel that what's good isn't happening
The way it always has
Because it seems the same, but you know it's not
You're constantly missing something
And you feel like this won't end
Until you fall asleep

It's like a thread from a forum
We have no more resistance
Too many arguments here, we won't get off these tracks
This beat for professors is like a tribute to tradition
Enough fiction, we have more ambition

Ambitious, equipped with multiple munitions,
We attack the media with our vibrations,
Stay captive, when our waves invade your reason,
This is the satta remix from the house,

To all the merchants of hate who prowl the city,
Stop poisoning the dissipated children,
The flour of your wheat only destroys their health,
Do you want a haunted generation?

To all the merchants of hate who prowl the city,
Stop poisoning the dissipated children,
The flour of your wheat only destroys their health,
Do you want a haunted generation?