Paroles et traduction Paulie Garand, Kenny Rough & E-Go - Molo

Molo

Yeah
Oh
Hey, oh,
Yeah, oh
Každý ráno yeah...
Každý ráno ohh...

Každý ráno mám hlavu plnou slov,
Který letěj k vám
A vejkend co vejkend votevírám krám
Stage je výzva a studium přístav
Tady se pozná kdo je ten krupiér
Kdo jak ty karty rozdá
Tady se až pozná falešná hra
Kdo má propocenej dres a kdo je manekýna
A stage je to molo
Kam k vám nalítávám jako Han Solo
Jsou to ty prkna co znamenaj svět
Vidíš mě kotvit ve sto městech pro fans
Pro šanci se představit
Nejedem gay sestavy
Záleží mi na tom vydat všechno ven
Jedu na plno pak sebou mrdnu vo zem
A furt budu mít trému
Chci dělat čest svýmu jménu
Jako Garand jako je label TY NIKDY
Zvedám fakáč za ty ubohý křivdy
Výdech, nádech, zrychlenej tep
Buduju věc miluju rap je to můj svět
A všechno kolem je to čim žiju
A proto píšu další hymnu.
Tak pojď!

Uoooo uoooo
Uooo uooooo
Uoooo uooooo
Uooo uooooo

Stojím na mole slov, pred nami more snov.
Stojím na mole sám, na teba sa pozerám,
Rozmýšľam čo všetko je za nami diky mami
Za mnou stoja moji chalani aj
Paulie je tu dneska s nami.
Zastavme ten moment na chvíľu.
V pravej mikrofón v ľavej cigu.
Na začiatku bol kousek papíru,
Starý gramofón, boh dal silu nám bojovať.
Robota, pokora potom príde pohoda.
Piatok, sobota, sloboda zdola dohora na mólo
Pozeral nehral pozéra dneska tu hrám buzerant.

Stojím na mole snov, môj flow je hrozne slow.
Hlavu mám plnú snov a v papuli tak milión slov.
Stojím na mole s vami, triezvy aj natasaný,
Každý kto sa chce baviť nech zakričí s nami ouu.

Uoooo uoooo
Uooo uooooo
Uoooo uooooo
Uooo uooooo

A přístup nemám sezónní
Roky mluvím k vám sleduju jak to zní
A komu nevoní můj styl, nevidí drill, nevidí skills, nevidí místa kde sem byl
Nevadí dej mi šanci, my ješte nejsme na konci
Molo má dvě strany mince, zhora co obdivuju a nebo psance
Do ksichtu pálej světla, který tě nutěj to hrotit, ne přestat, zakouřený sály vazby a řev, basy a chorály nebo ryzí zpěv
Je třeba začít dělit zrno od plev, je nutný vás vyvodit ze slev, netahej kvér ale slova jsme v Čechách, nic není fér, krédo má ten co maká.
Vztahuju háro do zádu, když nejede motor tak se vracím k pádlu, dělat to co chceš je nejlepší věc i když je to občas jenom studená klec.
Jedu jak Rock'n Rolla, budu na nohou do posledního kola, a fakt si vážim těch, co jsou k molu blíž na show a řvou: Woooou

Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou

Pier

Yeah
Oh
Hey, oh,
Yeah, oh
Every morning yeah...
Every morning ohh...

Every morning my head's full of words,
Flying towards you
And weekend after weekend I open up shop
The stage is a challenge and a learning harbor
Here you recognize the true croupier
Who deals the cards like that
Here you recognize a false game
Who has a sweaty jersey and who's a mannequin
And the stage is that pier
Where I fly to you like Han Solo
These are the boards that mean the world
You see me anchoring in a hundred cities for fans
For a chance to introduce myself
We're not running gay lineups
It's important to me to give it my all
I go full throttle then slam myself to the ground
And I'll still be nervous
I want to do my name justice
Like Garand, like the label TY NIKDY
Raising the middle finger for those pathetic injustices
Exhale, inhale, accelerated heartbeat
Building something, I love rap, it's my world
And everything around it is what I live by
And that's why I'm writing another anthem.
So come on!

Uoooo uoooo
Uooo uooooo
Uoooo uooooo
Uooo uooooo

I stand on the pier of words, before us a sea of dreams.
I stand on the pier alone, I look at you,
I think about everything that's behind us, thanks mom
Behind me stand my boys and
Paulie is here with us today.
Let's stop this moment for a while.
Microphone in my right hand, cigarette in my left.
In the beginning there was a piece of paper,
An old gramophone, God gave us the strength to fight.
Work, humility, then comes ease.
Friday, Saturday, freedom from bottom to top on the pier
I watched, didn't play the poser, today I play here, you jerk.

I stand on the pier of dreams, my flow is terribly slow.
My head is full of dreams and a million words in my mouth.
I stand on the pier with you, sober and tipsy,
Everyone who wants to have fun, shout with us, ouu.

Uoooo uoooo
Uooo uooooo
Uoooo uooooo
Uooo uooooo

And my approach is not seasonal
For years I've been talking to you, watching how it sounds
And those who don't like my style, don't see the drill, don't see the skills, don't see the places I've been
It doesn't matter, give me a chance, we're not at the end yet
The pier has two sides of the coin, from above what I admire or the outcasts
Lights burn into your face, forcing you to push it, not to stop, smoky halls, bonds and roars, basses and chorales or pure singing
It's necessary to start separating the wheat from the chaff, it's necessary to get you out of the discounts, don't pull out a gun but words, we're in Czechia, nothing is fair, the credo belongs to the one who works hard.
I pull my hair back, when the engine doesn't run I return to the paddle, doing what you want is the best thing even though it's sometimes just a cold cage.
I ride like Rock'n Rolla, I'll be on my feet until the last round, and I really appreciate those who are closer to the pier at the show and shout: Woooou

Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou Wooou
Wooou