Paroles et traduction Matteoh feat. Lorenz0, Yung Jaco & Daniel Vinter - Deň Zúčtovania

Deň Zúčtovania

Je tu den, co si zaplatíš, za to žes nebyl, uh
Řekni mi, kdo si, co si, že tu jsi když nejsi? Uh
Prosíš vo pomoc jak SOS a když jsem já
Jak si dělal, že nevíš, že nevidíš, kde jsem, v čem sem, proč sem píčo

A ja nezapomínám, na to nezapomeň
Pamatuju, když si neřekl nic a když zase too much
Cejtim ty jizvy na mým srdci občas zabolej
Ale od tebe ne, ty kurvo, pro tebe je tu guma
Neva, nevím
A je mi jedno proč si
Tebe nevidím
Když mluvíš nemám uši, sluch
Tvoje slova jenom hluk
Jenom další pussyboy, co se snaží infiltrovat kruh (infiltrovat)

Fuck that, fuck that, look
Ty budeš závidět až budeš v starý Fabii
Uvidíš moje posts, pičo
Stu se otřásá, jak kdyby Mário byl pod nim s nim byl Wario
A sbíral z něho coins, pičo

Yeah, yeah
It's a money maker
Střiham od sebe zmrdy, protože mi berou paper
Berou mi chleba od huby, pak hrajou že jsou bakers
Už dávno nemám kolem skoro, už nedelám favours
Slanej karamel je teď mě nejvíc favorite flavour
Už seru pistácii
Fuck that shit, už ani later
Ta sičí jako bachyně, tahle kvičí jako had
Říkám si jak to, že svině mě furt zvládnou zamotat

Zamotali ma, namotali ma
Neraz, dvaraz, tak päťkrát
Sľúbené hory doly, nevidel som ich
Už neverím ani svojim
Nepočuješ prázdne slohy
Lebo život nebol gombík
Hrať to na dve strany ako stereo

Nebol môj zámer, takže sorry môj
Sorry všetkým na ktorých som zabudol
Snažil som sa otvoriť dvere medzi nami
Ale sa mi zlomil kľúč v zámku
Aspoň som sa snažil, možno až príliš

Co je moc, to je příliš
Driblink jak Jack Grealish
Můžu dělat, co chci
Každou, každou chvíli
Zmrdi dělaj, že sou hard, ale v jádru tak malí
Já kreslim to plátno, Salvador Dalí

Oni nedělaj nic, život jenom prokalí
Sou tak fuckin' basic, nic netuší
Bro to je crazy
Já už nemam čas, na to bejt, na to bejt jenom lazy
Já už nemam čas, na to bejt, na to bejt jenom basic

Ti, co odešli in the past
Tak ti přijdou zas
Ale srát na ně
Já vím, že je to past, yeah
Já vím, že je to past, yeah
Tolik brk a tolik slov
Tolik prázdných vět a prázdný slok
A prázdných slok
Viděl jsem tolik masek a tolik fakers
Věř mi, že ten drip co maj má hořkosladkou flavor, oh-oh

Day of Reckoning

The day has come, you'll pay for your absence, uh
Tell me, who are you, what are you, that you're here when you're not? Uh
You beg for help like SOS, and when I'm here
You acted like you didn't know, didn't see, where I am, what I'm in, why I'm here, bitch

And I don't forget, don't forget that
I remember when you said nothing and then too much
I feel the scars on my heart, sometimes they ache
But not from you, you whore, for you there's rubber
Whatever, I don't know
And I don't care why you are
I don't see you
When you speak, I have no ears, no hearing
Your words are just noise
Just another pussyboy trying to infiltrate the circle (infiltrate)

Fuck that, fuck that, look
You'll be envious when you're in an old Fabia
You'll see my posts, bitch
The city trembles as if Mario was under it with Wario
And he was collecting coins from it, bitch

Yeah, yeah
It's a money maker
I'm cutting off bastards because they're taking my paper
They're taking the bread from my mouth, then they act like they're bakers
I don't have almost anyone around anymore, I don't do favors anymore
Salted caramel is now my most favorite flavor
I'm done with pistachio
Fuck that shit, not even later
This one oinks like a sow, this one squeals like a snake
I wonder how pigs still manage to confuse me

They tangled me, they wrapped me up
Not once, twice, but five times
Promised mountains and valleys, I didn't see them
I don't even trust my own anymore
You don't hear empty verses
Because life wasn't a button
Playing it both ways like stereo

Wasn't my intention, so sorry mine
Sorry to everyone I forgot
I tried to open the door between us
But my key broke in the lock
At least I tried, maybe too much

Too much is too much
Dribbling like Jack Grealish
I can do what I want
Every, every moment
Bastards act like they're hard, but inside so small
I'm painting this canvas, Salvador Dalí

They don't do anything, just waste their lives
They're so fuckin' basic, they don't know anything
Bro that's crazy
I don't have time anymore, to be, to be just lazy
I don't have time anymore, to be, to be just basic

Those who left in the past
They will come back
But fuck them
I know it's a trap, yeah
I know it's a trap, yeah
So many blunts and so many words
So many empty sentences and empty verses
And empty verses
I've seen so many masks and so many fakers
Believe me, the drip they have has a bittersweet flavor, oh-oh