Paroles et traduction Momo feat. P.A.T. - Nepriatelia

Nepriatelia

Moji nepratelia chceli by mi zle a
Nejakou náhodou si sa tam ocitol jak jeden.
Ideš zo mňa robiť, že
Som neni v pohode a pri tom všetci vidia, že to akurát tak jebe tebe.
Špinavé ťahy za chrbtom sa ľahko vrátia a to
Aj tak všetko nakoniec zmyjem jak fľaky na odeve.
Kto to vypúšťa tak nech si dáva bacha, leb
O prekliatý ostane ten, kto to zo seba neopere.

Ja sa snažím bilancovať stále niekde v strede,
Aj keď ma ohovárali aj dneská na obede,
Aj možno preto sa tá smola lepí na nich,
Vráti sa im všetko, čo druhým priali - ale mne ne.

Keď dojde na vás búrka, od života budú stáť chlpy.
Každú zákernosť strieda ten pád krutý.
Život ma naučil po všetkom čo bolo,
že musím vedieť aj tým falošným bastardom ísť podať ruky.

Sú to tí, čo neprehltli emócie a
Neprekusli to kto si a tvrdia, že to ty si nepriateľ.
Nemôžeš nijak zmeniť, to
že ich to dusí ani oboznnámiť, že nakoniec bude to ich debakel.
Kto to nosí v sebe,
Nemá z toho plusy iba bojové plány jak tisíc lodí smerom do Atén.
Túto vec som napísal a myslel som pri tom, ž
E zajebeme feat spolu v tejto téme s P.A.T.

To moje ego stále žije v kľude, to vaše je poznačené tou nenávisťou.
To lano čo nás drží neni hrubé, do m
Ojích rán už nikdy viacej nenasypú soľ.
Moji neprietelia sú tak blízko za rohom a sú na mňa nasraní.
Karma funguje tak jak má - sa nezahráva, mali by sme zastaviť.

Jedovaté jazyky, intrigy, zlozvyky.
Boj o peniaze schovaný za statusy a hashtagy.
Politici - možno aj teba s týmy rečičkami prešťali.
Čo si myslíš?
Sú tú len tí srdcoví a tí, čo sa už pokazili.
Ktorý ty si?

Keď začneme bojovať príde takedown, vid
íme že naozaj len jebe nám - Hade me now.
Keď začneme nik neodíde bez rán, poz
Nám, keď ani ja sám dobré svetlo nevrhám.
Poznáme všetci, keď za veci občas je tu skrat.
Keď miesto priatelstva na jeho mieste je tu strach.
Nesmieme si na to zvykať a skúsme
Zase si tykať a dýchať... a pýcha bokom.
Môj brat...

To moje ego stále žije v kľude, to vaše je poznačené tou nenávisťou.
To lano čo nás drží neni hrubé, do m
Ojích rán už nikdy viacej nenasypú soľ.
Moji neprietelia sú tak blízko za rohom a sú na mňa nasraní.
Karma funguje tak jak má - sa nezahráva, mali by sme zastaviť.

Enemies

My enemies wish me harm, and
Somehow you ended up there as one of them.
You're trying to make me out to be
Someone who's not okay, while everyone can see it's actually you who's messed up.
Dirty tricks behind my back will easily come back, and
I'll wash it all away like stains on clothes.
Whoever's spreading this, better watch out, because
The one who doesn't come clean will remain cursed.

I try to balance somewhere in the middle,
Even though they were talking about me again at lunch today,
Maybe that's why bad luck sticks to them,
Everything they wished for others will come back to them - but not to me.

When the storm hits you, life will stand on end.
Every insidious act is followed by a cruel fall.
Life has taught me, after everything that's happened,
That I must be able to shake hands even with those false bastards.

They're the ones who couldn't swallow their emotions and
Couldn't accept who you are, claiming you're the enemy.
You can't change the fact
That it suffocates them, nor inform them that in the end, it will be their downfall.
Whoever carries this inside,
Doesn't gain any advantages, only battle plans like a thousand ships sailing towards Athens.
I wrote this thing and while doing so, I thought
That we'd nail a feat together on this topic, me and P.A.T.

My ego still lives in peace, yours is marked by that hatred.
The rope that holds us isn't thick, they'll
Never again pour salt into my wounds.
My enemies are so close, just around the corner, and they're pissed at me.
Karma works as it should - it doesn't play around, we should stop.

Poisonous tongues, intrigues, bad habits.
The fight for money hidden behind statuses and hashtags.
Politicians - maybe they've fooled you too with their smooth talk.
What do you think?
There are only those with heart and those who have already gone bad.
Which one are you?

When we start fighting, comes the takedown, we see
That we're really just messed up - Hate me now.
When we begin, no one leaves without wounds, look
At us, when even I myself don't cast a good light.
We all know, sometimes there's a shortcut for things.
When instead of friendship, there's fear in its place.
We mustn't get used to it and let's try
To be on familiar terms and breathe again... and pride aside.
My brother...

My ego still lives in peace, yours is marked by that hatred.
The rope that holds us isn't thick, they'll
Never again pour salt into my wounds.
My enemies are so close, just around the corner, and they're pissed at me.
Karma works as it should - it doesn't play around, we should stop.