Paroles et traduction Olexesh - Nu Pagadi

Nu Pagadi

Privet maji Drusja, ja radilsa w ukrajine, setschas mne dwazitpjat, ja schiwu w germanije, eta moi perwij album, eta wsjo schto ja nautschilsja w etai schisne, wot eta da i nu eta da, ne bochui, sluschai

Nu esli bi snal ti kto mai pazani tri wosem patj
Nu pagadi tri wosem patj moi nomer nada snat
Von Frankfurt bis Moskau kritschi so mnoi bljad
Nu esli bi snal ti kto mai pazani tri wosem patj
Nu pagadi tri wosem patj moi nomer nada snat
Von Frankfurt bis Moskau kritschi so mnoi bljad

No wse ludi snajut prasipajut utram kto ne snajet
Tosch brat i tschai tscheres golowu i wsjo hujaret
Daj twoi palez ja abreschu ti prigajesh kak sajez
Wot w natschali ti tschjo paresh
Erster track auf Russisch mach ich deep
Rap geht mir durch den Kopf
I mne hujena Mentov ich kenn kein Stop
Tschjo sa schok sluschai eta moi swanok
Moi Wastok brat ja takoi bankrop
Na dwere tok tok tok ni ti w rukach knop
Ni dumai schto ja schock [?]
Ah ah ah ah eta nascha strana
Ulitza gangstera kurim kasjak da utra
Wot eta da rap dlja menja igra
Daj mne sto gramm pisdes ja wid slischkamm ustal
Ne dumai dawai dui [?]
Lala uhhh skaschi saschto ja tebja schdu

Nu esli bi snal ti kto mai pazani tri wosem patj
Nu pagadi tri wosem patj moi nomer nada snat
Von Frankfurt bis Moskau kritschi so mnoi bljad
Nu esli bi snal ti kto mai pazani tri wosem patj
Nu pagadi tri wosem patj moi nomer nada snat
Von Frankfurt bis Moskau kritschi so mnoi bljad

Ti pjosch wodku, ti russak?
Ti kto skaschi mne ti kurisch kasjak?
Bljad ja tak silna ustal
Wes albom napisal
Den raschdenja praspal
Wisde wsjo kuman
Ne kto tak kak ja
Wod kak ja tut sischu hi kritschu mne paschar
Tschornij kalaschnikov i patroni pakupal

Nu esli bi snal ti kto mai pazani tri wosem patj
Nu pagadi tri wosem patj moi nomer nada snat
Von Frankfurt bis Moskau kritschi so mnoi bljad
Nu esli bi snal ti kto mai pazani tri wosem patj
Nu pagadi tri wosem patj moi nomer nada snat
Von Frankfurt bis Moskau kritschi so mnoi bljad

Nu Pagadi

Hey there, my friends, I was born in Ukraine, I'm twenty-five now, and living in Germany. This is my first album, everything I've learned in this life, this is it, damn right it is. Don't worry, just listen.

If only you knew who my boys are, three eight five
Come on, wait, three eight five, you gotta know my number
From Frankfurt to Moscow, shout it with me, babe
If only you knew who my boys are, three eight five
Come on, wait, three eight five, you gotta know my number
From Frankfurt to Moscow, shout it with me, babe

But everyone knows, they wake up in the morning, who doesn't know?
Cough, brother, and tea through the head, and everything's buzzing
Give me your lighter, I'll light it up, you invite like a congress
Here, in the beginning, you're still a dude
First track in Russian, I'm going deep
Rap goes through my head
And I don't give a damn about the cops, I don't know stop
What a shock, listen, this is my call
My East, brother, I'm such a bankrupt
Knock, knock, knock on the door, no you with the button in your hands
Don't think I'm shocked [?]
Ah ah ah ah, this is our country
Gangster street, we smoke weed till morning
This is it, rap is a game for me
Give me a hundred grams of bullshit, I seem to be too tired
Don't think, come on, two [?]
Lala uhhh tell me, I'm waiting for you

If only you knew who my boys are, three eight five
Come on, wait, three eight five, you gotta know my number
From Frankfurt to Moscow, shout it with me, babe
If only you knew who my boys are, three eight five
Come on, wait, three eight five, you gotta know my number
From Frankfurt to Moscow, shout it with me, babe

You drink vodka, you Russian?
Who are you, tell me, do you smoke weed?
Damn, I'm so tired
Wrote the whole album
Overslept my birthday
Everywhere everything is kuman
No one like me
How I sit here high, I scream, I don't care
Bought a black Kalashnikov and cartridges

If only you knew who my boys are, three eight five
Come on, wait, three eight five, you gotta know my number
From Frankfurt to Moscow, shout it with me, babe
If only you knew who my boys are, three eight five
Come on, wait, three eight five, you gotta know my number
From Frankfurt to Moscow, shout it with me, babe