Текст песни и перевод на английский Gxblin - YUH

YUH

Tamın tanımı nedir yârinse yarım?
Bugün bugünü yaşa, yarına yuh
Araba, pul, para ara ve bul ama
Makberde tek malın bi' canın be yuh
Vur kafatasını bi' duvara vur
Kum torbası yapar bu kara puşt dolu yuh
Yuh yuh yuh
Lira, Euro, ciron büyük ya
Cila, cilala parlat yuh
Cürüm çene çalar anca yuh
Cenin canın cüzdanında boş
Cina-cinayet, saklan yuh
Uçurum, küresel cüzzam yuh
Çala çala kazancın ne mal?
Soyup kaçıp doyanlara yuh
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Yuh, yuh
Para gibi paranın ta amına koyim
Tamam katar acınası canına doyum
Koyun gibi doğumunda hazır bu rolün
Oyun gibi topla ömür boyunca coin
Zar atana kumar kazanana tomar
Ezene bi' kupa direnene toma
Hile ve de hurda yalakalar kokar
Koloni kurak Mars'a bulandı ana kara boka
Oh kebap
Daha biç paha piç ye ve iç sonra sıç hayat ne kadar?
Yuh yuh
Kâr marjın, kazancın yarattığın karanlık kadar mı matah?
Olduğunda nanay de dünyaya "bay bay" oraya diksen de bi' saray
Et alay yuh yuh
Sana senin gibi baktım ise yuh yuh
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What's the definition of complete if my love is incomplete, girl?
Live for today, to hell with tomorrow, babe.
Seek cars, money, wealth, and find them, darling,
But in the grave, your only possession is your soul, to hell with the rest.
Hit your head against a wall, sweetheart,
This dark, miserable world makes a good punching bag. To hell with it all.
Yuh, yuh, yuh.
Lira, Euro, your turnover is huge, huh?
Polish it, shine it up, yuh.
Crime only talks big, yuh.
Your life's empty, your wallet's thin, love,
Murder, mayhem, hide yourself, yuh.
A cliff, a global leprosy, yuh.
Stealing, stealing, what good are your earnings, girl?
To hell with those who rob, run, and gorge themselves.
Yuh.
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Yuh, yuh.
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Fuck money like money's bitch, baby.
Okay, Qatar, a pitiful life, I've had enough, darling.
Like a sheep, your role is ready at birth, sweetheart.
Like a game, collect coins throughout your life, girl.
To those who roll the dice, a fortune, to those who win, a pile, love.
A trophy for the oppressor, a tomahawk for the resister, babe.
Deceit and scrap, the flatterers stink, darling.
The colony, dry Mars, the mainland's stained with shit, sweetheart.
Oh, kebab.
Cut another slice, you bastard, eat, drink, and then shit, how much is life worth, girl?
Yuh, yuh.
Is your profit margin, your earnings, as great as the darkness you create, huh?
When it's over, say "bye-bye" to the world, even if you build a palace there, darling,
Make fun of them, yuh, yuh.
If I looked at you like you, to hell with you, babe.
Yuh.
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