Paroles et traduction Saïan Supa Crew feat. Kimany Marley - Give Praise

Give Praise

Ben Meksikalıyım adım Emiliano Zapata,
Toprak ve özgürlük dedim yok devrildi guverta.
İranlıyım, bizzat köreltip ben onca beyni,
Karanlığa gömdüm adım Ayetullah Humeyni.

Benim bir rüyam var adı Martin Luther King,
Bakın demokrasi benle beraber öldü ben Hrant Dink,
Merhaba adım Barrack Obama, çakmasıyım Luther King'in
Sulh için gelmiştim on binlerce sivili kestim, ficktim.

Ben bir dağım bana derlerki Sierra Maestra,
Devrim ateşi burda yandı hah sonrası gerilla,
Özgürlük vaatettiniz dünyaya nerde hani?
Emperyalizme kafa tutan bendim ben Mahatma Gandhi.

Ben bir akarsuyum adım Kızıldere suyum kan,
30 Mart günüydü gördüklerim kanlı katliam.
En büyük psikopat benim adım Adolf kansızım,
Öldüm ama fikirlerim hah dirildi ansızın.

Adım Amadou Diallo, tam on dokuz kurşun yedim,
Yargısız infaz gördüm, çünkü ben bir göçmenim.
Sivastaydım katledildim, Halepteydim terk edildim,
Maraş dersim üstünde dumandım sebebi Irk ve Din!

Her nasılsa mizacınız hem demokrat hemde Nurcu,
Benim failim hala mechul adım Uğur Mumcu!
Anadoluydum insanlığa bir çocuk doğurdum.
Kan mevsimindeydik adını MUSTAFA KEMAL koydum.

Ses gelir derinden, kompradorlar kavrar belinden.
Birleşirsek sesimiz oynatır dünyayı yerinden.
Lümpen boş boğaz, dil kanas, bas tam gaz randıman.
Ozanın sazı devlete tırpan olur, kazan kaldıran.

Bozkır'da baldıran, çocuğa saldıran göt veren şebek,
Her boka alkış tutmak demek Liberal siyaset demek.
Sendikaları kapatan, vatandan bahseden sonra satan,
Uyuşturucuya çanak tutan, dört mevsim kar yağdıran.

Emekçinin evinin dört duvarı çıplak kiremit,
Evine ekmek alacak meydanlarda sisteme direnip!
Dizlerinin üstünde yaşamaktansa, ayakta ölmek yeğdir.
Hayatımın filmi nedir? 71, bir avuç dinamit.

Kapital iktisat, yökle rtük düştü bir de medya,
Tertiplenen oyun sahnede, türü de tragedya.
Lokavt bir hak değil garabet çekip grev halayı,
Basın kime yarandı siktir, iş birlikçi alayı!

Give Praise

I'm Mexican, my name is Emiliano Zapata,
I said land and freedom, the government was overthrown.
I'm Iranian, I personally blinded so many brains,
I buried them in darkness, my name is Ayatollah Khomeini.

I have a dream, my name is Martin Luther King,
Look, democracy died with me, I am Hrant Dink,
Hello, my name is Barack Obama, I'm a knock-off of Luther King,
I came for peace, I killed tens of thousands of civilians, I fucked them.

I am a mountain, they call me Sierra Maestra,
The fire of revolution burned here, hah and then came the guerillas,
You promised freedom to the world, where is it, come on?
I was the one who stood up to imperialism, I am Mahatma Gandhi.

I am a river, my name is Wounded Knee, my water is blood,
It was March 30th, what I saw was a bloody massacre.
I am the biggest psychopath, my name is Adolf, I am bloodless,
I died but my ideas, hah, they were resurrected out of nowhere.

My name is Amadou Diallo, I was shot nineteen times,
I was unjustly executed because I am an immigrant.
I was in Sivas, I was massacred, I was abandoned in Aleppo,
Maraş, Dersim, I was the smoke above, the reason was race and religion!

Somehow your temperament is both democratic and Nurcu,
My killer is still unknown, my name is Uğur Mumcu!
I was Anatolia, I gave birth to a child for humanity.
It was the season of blood, I named him MUSTAFA KEMAL.

A voice comes from the depths, the comprador grabs you by the waist.
If we unite our voices, we will make the world dance.
Lumpen loudmouth, let your tongue bleed, play the gas pedal at full blast.
The poet's saz becomes a sickle for the state, a cauldron lifter.

Henbane in the steppe, a child molester, a jerk who gives it up the ass,
To applaud everything is liberal politics.
He who closes unions, talks about the homeland and then sells it,
He who supports drugs, makes it snow four seasons.

The worker's house has four bare brick walls,
To get bread for his home, he resists the system in the squares!
Rather than live on your knees, it is better to die on your feet.
What is the movie of my life? 71, a handful of dynamite.

Capital economics, RTUK and the media fell too,
The staged play is on stage, the type is tragedy.
Lockout is not a right, it's absurd, pull a strike dance,
The press, who was it created for, fuck it, a cooperative regiment!