Paroles et traduction Momo - Milovaný Nenávidený

Milovaný Nenávidený

Nebyť teba tak večer zaspávam s revom,
Každé ráno stále niekam vstávam s hnevom.
Nebyť teba tak niekde hádžem senom,
Kecám o šťastí a klamem telom.

Kancel a akciový oblek Alain Delon,
Iba vďaka tebe sa stávam menom.
Občas vidím Boha, občas má ma démon,
Občas panna Mária, občas satan venom.

Ten čas prešiel a nosia sa okrúhle brýle
Tie čo mával Lenon.
Beatmakeri makajú,
Neohodnotení stoja nad samplerom.

Raperi nevravia nič v textoch sú emo,
Nikto nevypráva jak ja vyprávam perom.
Od desiatich rokov som stále s tebou
10 rokov makal a čakal prelom.

Aj sa tak stalo no zas som sa topil a znovu plával k brehom,
Stále ti veril, išiel a nahral demo.
Keď chcem utečiem ti oknom jak Karol Melo

A nebudem tam keď zapneš neon.
Pôjdem svojím smerom
Budem ti chrbtom, keď ty mne budeš čelom
Satam jak Napoleon.

Spojený, svedomí, sme to my
Vedomí no raz príde ten záver.
Keď sa ľad prelomí do prší dohrmí
A ja opustím žáner.

A už sa neukážem vácej
Možno niekedy v zime možno na jeseň.
Ďakujem aj ľutujem že som napísal prvú báseň

Ťažko povedať že ktorý bol môj top song
Spomedzi tých všetkých vyber jeden zo 100.
Nedám sa okoňovať založil z drog som,
Keď som vonku ešte pobehoval s koxom.

Neostanem v Petržalke keď talent mám
Vedel som že nikam nevedie underground.
Buď to celé dojebem a nevedome zanedbám
Alebo naskillujem a zajebem Ground and pound.

Inšpiroval si ma to si pamätám
Pomáhal si keď si nemusel to si pamätám.
Iný ako všetci ostatní to si pamätám
Ubližoval keď si nemusel to si pamätám.

Dnes si už pred svojím prahom zametám
Projekt číslo 8 na regáli, to je na metal.
Nostalgia s toho čo sme prežili
Spomínam keď sa vraciam ku cigaretám.

Začalo to niekde z detskej izby
Tí čo začali so mnou už dávno zmizli.
Videli že není to len tak easy biznis
Roky tej práce aby smotanu zlízli.

A v base tie ruky není čím zmyť
Povedz jaké love za to máš vyčísliť.
Celý život ma jebali, brali fízli
A len raz pomohli, za to sme si zlízli.

Spojený, svedomí, sme to my
Vedomí no raz príde ten záver.
Keď sa ľad prelomí do prší dohrmí
A ja opustím žáner.

A už sa neukážem vácej
Možno niekedy v zime možno na jeseň.
Ďakujem aj ľutujem že som napísal prvú báseň

Beloved Hated

Without you, I fall asleep with tears every evening,
Every morning I wake up with anger somewhere.
Without you, I'd be throwing dreams somewhere,
Lying about happiness and deceiving with my body.

Office and Alain Delon's suit,
Only thanks to you I become a name.
Sometimes I see God, sometimes the demon has me,
Sometimes Virgin Mary, sometimes Satan's venom.

That time has passed, and round glasses are in fashion,
The ones Lennon used to wear.
Beatmakers are working,
The unappreciated stand above the sampler.

Rappers say nothing, their lyrics are emo,
No one narrates like I do with a pen.
Since I was ten, I've been with you,
10 years of work and waiting for a breakthrough.

And it happened, but I drowned again and swam back to the shores,
I still believed in you, went and recorded a demo.
When I want, I'll escape through the window like Karol Melo

And I won't be there when you turn on the neon.
I'll go my own way
I'll be your back, when you'll be my face
Satan like Napoleon.

United, conscience, it's us
Conscious, but one day the end will come.
When the ice breaks and the rain stops
And I'll leave the genre.

And I won't show myself anymore
Maybe sometime in winter, maybe in autumn.
Thank you and I'm sorry I wrote the first poem

It's hard to say which was my top song
Among all of them, choose one out of 100.
I won't let myself be window-dressed, I was built on drugs,
When I was outside still running around with cocaine.

I won't stay in Petržalka when I have talent
I knew that the underground leads nowhere.
Either I'll fuck it all up and unknowingly neglect it
Or I'll skill up and fuck up Ground and pound.

You inspired me, I remember that
You helped when you didn't have to, I remember that.
Different from everyone else, I remember that
You hurt when you didn't have to, I remember that.

Today I sweep in front of my own doorstep
Project number 8 on the shelf, that's metal.
Nostalgia from what we've been through
I reminisce when I return to cigarettes.

It started somewhere from the children's room
Those who started with me are long gone.
They saw that it's not just an easy business
Years of work to lick the cream.

And in jail, there's nothing to wash those hands with
Tell me what kind of love you have to calculate for that.
They fucked me all my life, the cops took me
And only once they helped, we got fucked for that.

United, conscience, it's us
Conscious, but one day the end will come.
When the ice breaks and the rain stops
And I'll leave the genre.

And I won't show myself anymore
Maybe sometime in winter, maybe in autumn.
Thank you and I'm sorry I wrote the first poem