Paroles et traduction en anglais Sagopa Kajmer feat. Mista Brown - CD1 Kör Savasçi

CD1 Kör Savasçi

Ben uyku dolu bu gözlerimle baktım ahalime
Ve kelime topladım çuvalla bendime, sınırda çattım halime,
Savaştım kör savaşçı arenasında kendime sataştı sözlerim aleyhime,
Hep arbede! Solar bu güller, anısı geride tek dikenle anılır,
Rehine tebessüm eden azaplar oldu, kezzap içti intihar çocuklarım,
Zamanda yorulan elvedalarım pes etti, öldürüldü tüm devalarım,
Ey RAP 'in oğlu!
Gözlerinde yaş düellosu ve kötürüm oldu ince ruhlar ordusu,
Son arzusunda anlaşıldı ölümün korkusu, tuhaf kokusu sardı,
Bedenim cellat yolcusu yok olgusu, sükut lütfü dileyen ellerim,
Telaşla açılıverdi göklere,
Panik içinde koşar adımla kaçışıyordu tüm dualarım derinlere,
Bense dipte boğuluyordum, tek savaşıyordum en derinde,
Arenasında kör savaşçı ellerinde yok silah,
Siyah karanlık ortasında savaşıyor, zor!
I hate the way you look at me just like the little piece of thrash under the carpet ready to
tear the heartbeat i'm broken living bad luck,
i'm always dirty
not in the mind but in the soul! always ready to
go to the street with no name
save me from this bad game my life's been lame turning the wheels on the bus round and
round reflection
in the mirror makes me sick days gone by like mad
filling the space with things
i've never had anxiety and stress ran out of pain
with nothing to gain i'm slain the mental institute is,
full of guys like me and mic hit the light and say
goodnight can't take the strife uh!
notebooks filled with fright killing the pens
with all the presence on the pad sad,
I never got the math!

CD1 Blind Warrior

With my sleep-filled eyes, I looked upon my people,
And gathered words in sacks for myself, I clashed with my state at the border,
I fought as a blind warrior in the arena, my words attacked me, against me,
Always strife! These roses wither, their memory remains behind with a single thorn,
Torments that smile hostage have become, my suicidal children drank acid,
My goodbyes tired of time gave up, all my devaluations were killed,
Oh, son of RAP!
A duel of tears in your eyes, and the army of delicate souls became crippled,
In its last wish, the fear of death was understood, a strange smell surrounded,
My body, the passenger of the executioner, the phenomenon of non-existence, my hands begging for the grace of silence,
Hurriedly opened to the skies,
In panic, all my prayers were running away with hasty steps into the depths,
And I was drowning at the bottom, fighting alone in the deepest,
In the arena of the blind warrior, there are no weapons in his hands,
He fights in the middle of black darkness, hard!
I hate the way you look at me, just like the little piece of trash under the carpet ready to
tear the heartbeat, I'm broken, living bad luck,
I'm always dirty,
not in the mind but in the soul! Always ready to
go to the street with no name,
save me from this bad game, my life's been lame, turning the wheels on the bus round and
round, reflection
in the mirror makes me sick, days gone by like mad,
filling the space with things
I've never had, anxiety and stress, ran out of pain
with nothing to gain, I'm slain, the mental institute is,
full of guys like me, and mic hit the light and say
goodnight, can't take the strife, uh!
notebooks filled with fright, killing the pens
with all the presence on the pad, sad,
I never got the math!