Paroles et traduction Syke Däli - Level

Level

Im on a
Im on a new level
Dişim gyşyk ýöne özümä gönümel
Birzat islesem göni "Me"
Dälini hiçkime deñemäñ
Aaa
Meñ baran ýerim durşuna tüsse
Hiçzadam çekemok
Çekemok gümümem
Entegem gidemok çynyma
Entegem alanok jynamam sizi
Gaty kyn bulara çydamak
Çapýan oturan ýerimden bulary
Göýberip bilemok jylawam
Bul işde bir topar syrym bar
Siziñki Aýdymçy'syramak
Ýazmany öwredýän galama
Göripler garaýar gyradan

Näme ýazamda-da razy bolýar bular
Taýarlanýan ýaly galyña
Men dirikäm hiçiñem galañok
Men çykmasam hiç kimi salamok
Hemişe utmakdan utanamok
Gutaran aýdymyñ gutaranok
Siz bäbek gundagda oturyñow

Sen bilýäñ näme boljagyny bilýäñ
Sen bilýäñ näme boljagyny bilýäñ
Sen bilýäñ näme boljagyny bilýäñ
Sen bilýäñ näme boljagyny bilýäñ

Pes-pällik'den başga hiçzat pes däl nigga
Ant içemok, ýöne çöregiñden kesýän nigga
Bar gürleýäniñ howa, diñe öwüsýäñ nigga
Maña göz degenok, dañylan ýaly üzärlige

Şşş
Köşeş
Bulañ entek bary köşek
Ýarysy bilenok köçe
Ýumşajyk ýassyk hem düşek
Görenok hiç-haçan kösenç
Ýanmaka akylyñ öçen
Men çaýa batyrýadym köke
Sen diýmäkäñ çörege çöççe
Bary meñki, nädip böljek?
100'läp aýdymy tozan basyp dur
Hiç-haçan çykarman öljek
Dişlerimem bolýança gönüje
Gaty kän wagt gerek
Nebsime kän nagt gerek
Maña kä wagt gerek
Elimde Rollie, gözümde-de Margiela

Level

I'm on a
I'm on a new level, girl
My teeth might be crooked, but I'm comfortable with myself
If I want something, I go straight for it. It's "Me" time
Don't compare this crazy one to anyone else, baby
Aaa
If my presence disturbs you
I won't hold back
I won't hold back at all, sweetheart
I'll keep going my own way
I'll keep taking you with me
It's so hard to endure these fools
I'm crushing them right from where I sit, darling
I can let go of the reins
I've got a bunch of secrets in this game, honey
Your wannabe singer
Teaching the pen how to write
Letters appearing darker than coal

Whatever I write, they love it
As if they're always prepared
I'm alive, I'm not afraid of anything
If I don't come out, I don't greet anyone
I'm always ashamed of winning
The finished song isn't really finished
You guys stay put in the cradle

You know what's gonna happen, you know
You know what's gonna happen, you know
You know what's gonna happen, you know
You know what's gonna happen, you know

Nothing's lower than lowliness, nigga
I swear, I'm taking a piece of your bread, nigga
All you do is talk, just showing off, nigga
Don't look at me, I'll cut you down like I'm praised to

Shhh
Quiet
They're all still quiet
Half the street is empty
Soft pillow and a bed
I've never seen regret
Your mind goes out when you burn
I was dipping my cookie in tea
You were saying you were soaking bread in soup
It's all mine, how will I share?
Hundreds of my songs are gathering dust
I'll die without ever releasing them
I'll straighten my teeth as much as I can
I need a lot of time
I need a lot of cash
I need some time
Rollie on my wrist, Margiela on my eyes