Manifest 07 - Scriptor traduction en anglais

Manifest 07

Ak si se pito zašto Scriptorito britko hita ritmom
Odgovor pronađi u nasljeđu što ostavljam tintom
Zapisano sred papirusa i usađeno poput virusa
U organizmu s abecedom hepatitis
Vječni MC Kralj Charlie iz Jurassic 5
Rep insider, rapping spider opet pletem novi udar
Slobodno me zovi tuna na glavi mi stoji kruna
Snimam rep od svojih kuna, prepotento lovim bubanj
Elokventno krojim mudar tekst za hip hop znanstvenike
Vješto izabranim terminima stvaram krasne slike
Da se mase dive kada obučavam nasljednike
Zna se s kime sine Sinestet nek svako glasno vikne ajmo
Jer smo došli nepredvidivo digli nivo
Pa idi doma slušat stare materijale Magellan i Tripio
A riječi hvale sačuvaj za onda kad se vidimo
Jer kipimo i ko zna što će biti kad se digne voda
Ko da smo moda, a modu smo prerasli još od onda
Kad smo krenuli od ideje i lošeg fonda
Za promicanje hip hopa i vlastitu satisfakciju
Htjeli smanjit akciju i pronać vibraciju,
A što smo našli? Mračni zvuk, vlak koji gazi tračnicu
Hrpu tamne energije i način za izbacit ju
Način za vratit fakin zvuk da benga kao Lucky Luke
I svaki put istaknut ljubav na Acinu matricu
U Beču smo res kul, u Pečuhu best crew
Scriptor, Alex, Yuri, Magellan i Poparesku
Nećemo radit pjesmu samo za uhvatit žensku
Ni za samozvane pjesnike što vole blatit guestbook
Već za one kaj će shvatit pjesmu, svaki tekst
Upamtit, glupo prihvatit ko smješno i vješto uzvratit pljeskom
Dok dečko bez ritma hita postati netko i nešto
Ostaje ljudskom greškom zabljesnut sinestet bljeskom
Proklestvo, dvjesto na sat jurišam cestom, rep Passat
Manifesto ko Kweli nekad il ko Peta nemam sna
Dok spremam stari tekst ustvari tek sa novim gazim granice
Izlazim van iz špilje, Bodie Miller za kvazi Janice

Manifest 07

If you’re wondering why my rhymes hit so hard,
You’ll find the answer in the legacy I leave with my ink.
Written on papyrus and implanted like a virus,
In the organism, with the alphabet, hepatitis.
Eternal MC King Charlie from Jurassic 5.
Rep insider, rapping spider, I’m weaving a new blow again.
Feel free to call me tuna, a crown sits on my head.
I’m recording rap from my kuna, I’m powerfully hunting the drum.
Eloquent, I'm crafting wise lyrics for hip-hop scientists.
With skillfully chosen words, I create beautiful pictures.
So that the masses are amazed when I train my successors.
You know who I am, son, Sinestet, let everyone shout it loud, “Let’s go!”
Because we've arrived unpredictably, raised the level.
So go home and listen to old materials, Magellan and Tripio.
And save the praise for when we meet.
Because we’re bubbling, and who knows what will happen when the water rises.
It’s like we’re fashion, but we’ve outgrown fashion since then.
When we started from an idea and a bad fund.
To promote hip hop and our own satisfaction.
We wanted to reduce the action and find the vibration.
And what did we find? Dark sound, a train that's crushing the track.
A heap of dark energy and a way to throw it out.
A way to bring back the fake sound so that it bangs like Lucky Luke.
And every time, I highlight love on Acin's matrix.
In Vienna, we're res-cool, in Pecs, we're the best crew.
Scriptor, Alex, Yuri, Magellan and Poparesku.
We won't make a song just to catch a girl.
Nor for self-proclaimed poets who love to defile the guestbook.
But for those who will understand the song, every text.
Remember, stupidly accept it like something funny, and skillfully respond with applause.
While the guy without rhythm is hitting, trying to become someone and something.
He remains a human mistake, blinded by a sinestet flash.
Cursed, I'm rushing down the road at 200 km/h, rap Passat.
Manifesto like Kweli once or like Peta, I have no sleep.
While I'm preparing the old text, I'm actually stepping on the boundaries with the new.
I'm coming out of the cave, Bodie Miller for the quasi-Janices.