Текст и перевод песни Aga B feat. Ais Ezhel - Kriz Masası

Kriz Masası

Maksatsa pay sen de pas attım sayın
Rastlantısal gelişimi paspaslar aynı
Vasat mı hayır işin az farkla daha iyi
Bi' kaç sene evde albüm satsaydın ayrı
Yapacaksan müzik ele alacaksın taşla sapan
Bi' dur bi' düşün taşınıp başlamadan
Bu iş öyle olmaz aga telaşla falan
Israrla her akşam arar
Bu nasıl bi' mide kendinden iğren
Hem oturaklı hem oturup kalktı bi' deliyle
Gelirim yine bu sefer misyoner hile
Pis bi' sefil değil istemediğimden
Saçtım yatağına tohumu ve sorunu bul
Bi' pislik olmasın diye korunun oğlum
Sorunu solup çekildim olur mu olur
Donumu da vereyim

Başıma bela laflardan lanet ederler
Ama lafım gerçekler
Olma tek tip gece tohumla bencil hedef
Sence bocalamak boşa zaman bence emek
Gelir nereden oradan şuradan
Ya da her neredeysen
Onca borcum var durdukça sarpa sarar
Sen anca falan de para varsa tamam

Rasta hiphop ya da sazla gitar
Rapi yazmak silah bana jazzsa ilah
Para basmaz idare et asgari maaş
Amaç ne ün olur ne şan ne de taş manita
Paran varsa bi' tatil ve Marx'a kitap
Yazdıran o şevk bile şu Das Kapital
Ne uygarlar bi' saat ona varsa kiram
Otoparkta ikamet et
Yok o zaman Aga'm hadi iş yapalım
O cılız adamı müzikle dolu şişman akılı edelim
Sen de eli çeksen isyan hazırım
Bu da yeraltının çaresi bi' kriz masasıdır
La bebe dik kafalıyım topu diktim kafaya
Anla içtim daha da buradan gittim ta Ay'a
İsli Ankara şehir iz be yarama tuzunu bastıkça mahfeder

Crisis Table

If you want to pass, then I'll pass as well
Coincidental progress, doormats are the same
Mediocre? No, your work is slightly better
If you had chilled at home for a few years, you would have sold more albums
If you're going to make music, you have to pick up stones and a slingshot
Wait a minute, think before you start
It doesn't work that way, baby, not with all that fuss
Every night, you call me persistently
What kind of stomach do you have? You disgust yourself
You're both stable and unstable, you're crazy
I'll come again, this time with a missionary trick
Not because I don't want you, you filthy wretch
I cast the seed in your bed, find the problem
Protect yourself, my boy, so you don't become a piece of shit
If I fade away, will it work? It will
I'll give you my panties too

My head's a mess from all the curses
But my words are true
Don't be a conformist, a sperm donor with selfish goals
I think it's a waste of time to fumble, but you see it as effort
Income can come from anywhere
Or wherever you are
I have so many debts, it keeps getting worse
You only talk about money, if you have any, then OK

Rasta hip hop, or saz with guitar
Writing rap is a weapon for me, jazz is a god
Money can't print itself, make do with minimum wage
The goal is not fame, glory, nor stone mansions
If you have money, take a vacation and buy Marx's book
Even the passion that drives you to write is Das Kapital
What civilizations have gone down the drain in the hour that my rent is due
Live in the parking lot
If not, then let's get to work, Aga
Let's turn that skinny guy into a fat-headed genius filled with music
If you could just pull yourself together, I'm ready to revolt
This is the solution for the underground, a crisis table
Baby, you're stubborn, I kicked the ball into your head
You know I've been drinking, now I'm going all the way to the moon
Smoggy Ankara, the city's scar, it kills me whenever you sprinkle salt on my wounds