Paroles et traduction Sagopa Kajmer - Sabah Fabrikam

Sabah Fabrikam

Sagopa Kajmer – Sabah Fabrikam Şarkı Sözü:
İfadeler, sözlerden daha seslidir ve Sago sessizlerin sesidir
Ilık nefesiyle kuzey tayfunu, hoyat ama zararsız esintidir
İzahati çok, resimleri yırtık soluk, sert kesittir
Böyle işte yüzüne karşı sözüm seslidir ve dikkat et kemiksiz dil
Koynunundaki soğuk yılandır, beslidir, yedğin kardeş eti islidir
Onların konuştukları, yenilmez yutulmaz cinstedir
Neyse salla onları bende bol salıncak var, hepsi asılı iptedir
Hip-hop benim, Yunus, yüzen balık diptedir
Uçan halım düşer yere, düşüm düşmezlerdedir
Düşün, iyi bir taşın, düşmemek eldedir
Sabah fabrikamda, akşamlarım işçidir
Camı kırık penceremde, selam seslidir
Maneviyat tek eksiktir, eksikliği maneviden olana
Şeytan hep kesiktir, bu ne büyük eksikliktir
Sabah fabrikamdan sabah al, güneşlidir
Gökkuşağı dostum benim ve her bir rengi benimledir
Benden olan seninledir, kalbin en emin ellerdedir
35′e doğru Sago tam demindedir.
Burası sabah fabrikam, iki sıfır bir üç rakam
Eşşekler anırırken, nihavendten alır makam
Duysam Sago yanan, buruk sevinç, biraz gam
Yazılı kağat dolu masam, olmaz yazan olmasam
Küçülmemek için sarki-solzeri.net büyük konuşman
Peki neden büyük görünmek için yalan konuşman, anlamam
Dersem sözümü yalanlamam, akrepten civcivlik taslamam, sırtı çıraya yaslamam
Sabah fabrikamda sükunetten ortam, ellerimde mürekkep izi, plak dolu çantam
Çalış oğlum der ustam, dedim meraklanma demim tam, mesayimde ciddiyetim tam, tastamam
Gülmek iyide, fazla gülüp kalbi karartmam
Senin yerinde ben olsam, kahkahalarımı abartmam
Aktaracaklarımı puf kek gibi kabartmam
Tavşan kanı rengim, emin ol ki demim tam

My Morning Factory

Sagopa Kajmer – My Morning Factory Lyrics:
Expressions speak louder than words, and Sago is the voice of the silent ones.
The north wind with its warm breath, a harmless breeze.
Explanations abound, pictures torn and faded, a harsh cut.
So it is, my words to your face are loud and clear, beware the boneless tongue.
The cold snake in your bosom, nurtured, the brother's flesh you consumed is tainted.
What they speak of is of an invincible, indigestible kind.
Nevermind them, I have plenty of swings, all hanging by a thread.
Hip-hop is mine, Yunus, the swimming fish is at the bottom.
My flying carpet falls to the ground, my dreams lie with the dreamless.
Think, be a good stone, not falling is attainable.
My mornings are my factory, my evenings are my workers.
In my broken window, greetings are vocalized.
Spirituality is the only thing missing, missing for those who lack it.
The devil is always incomplete, what a great deficiency.
Take a morning from my morning factory, it's sunny.
The rainbow is my friend, and each color is with me.
What's mine is yours, your heart is in the safest hands.
Toward 35, Sago is right on time.
This is my morning factory, the numbers two, zero, one, three.
As the donkeys bray, they take their tune from the nihavend scale.
If I hear Sago is burning, bittersweet joy, a touch of sorrow.
My desk is full of written paper, I wouldn't exist if I didn't write.
To avoid shrinking, you need to talk big.
But why lie to appear big, I don't understand.
If I speak, I don't deny my words, I don't act like a chick in front of a scorpion, I don't lean on a weakling.
In my morning factory, an atmosphere of serenity, ink stains on my hands, my bag full of records.
Work hard, my master says, I said don't worry, my iron is hot, my seriousness at my workbench is complete, perfect.
Laughing is good, but I don't laugh too much and darken my heart.
If I were you, I wouldn't exaggerate my laughter.
I wouldn't inflate the things I want to convey like a cupcake.
My color is rabbit blood, believe me, my iron is hot.