Fiskos (Akustik) - Allame перевод на английский

Fiskos (Akustik)

Rahat bıraktım aktı flowlar birleştiler
Eğer ki mevzu bahis rap'se dinlemek beleştir hem
Tren bileti kadar huzurludur, helalleşen dostlar kadar kusurlu
Kurmacan kadar kasıntı ve bir o kadar eleştirel

Bi notada beş gider gir odama leş pire
Bu kirli drumset'ten çıkan sonucu hastasın iyileştiren
Genelde benim etik yerleştiren akıl çağındasın
Bırak o salya sümük dönemin iyi ki geçti be!

Kalbinden felç girer ben çektim el
Bu kamyonun ezdiklerinden asfalt iyi nesiller için kan yolu
Bi dal bırak cebinde paltomun
Hayatımdan bi kareyi resmetseydi en kıymetli tablosuydu Pablo'nun!

Götünde pantolun oldukça umut var
Kolun kırılmadıkça sebep değil anlatma bana lan konu
Kanatlarına kramp olur, tüm sağlam kafiyeler
Enteresan gerçeklerde saklı punchline'nın

Fiskos boş her günün her ay
Rap henüz toy pistol bu mic olay
Dürüst ol hiç kolay değil
Emeklerim anlayana

Fiskos boş her günün her ay
Rap henüz toy pistol bu mic olay
Dürüst ol hiç kolay değil
Emeklerim anlayana

Afakanlar basar anlat ve kanmasalar
Lambamdan dert döküldü kimsecikler inanmasa da
Bana bu kalbim amma salak, akla zarar annem görse bu hâlimi
"Takma" der, "Bak sabah ettin bismillah çek kalk namaza"

Hakkımda hep taraflı yazar çizer mutlak timsahlar var olur
Güzel bir çift gömlek al ve koy valize
Git uzaklara sen, isteyen de kalsın komplo düzen
Hiç olmayacak hayaller kur ve mutlu sonları sev

Unuttun onları sen gülen yüzler agresif
Hep bakma güzel lafına dünyanın bi tatlı pembesine
Terazi dengesi de bozuldu çizdiğin şeritlerden git
Arkandan baksın hasım küfürler etse bile

Bu yolu bitir defolu kitim var aktarmamda
Dost ben doğrunun peşindeyim derken yatak yorgandan ol
Uğursuz olayları da hayra yor, Nasrettin Hoca misali
Yaşamayanlara bir şey anlatmak ne zor bi' yol

Fiskos boş her günün her ay
Rap henüz toy pistol bu mic olay
Dürüst ol hiç kolay değil
Emeklerim anlayana

Fiskos boş her günün her ay
Rap henüz toy pistol bu mic olay
Dürüst ol hiç kolay değil
Emeklerim anlayana

Gossip (Acoustic)

I let loose, the flows flowed and merged
If rap is the subject, listening is free, too
It’s as peaceful as a train ticket, as flawed as friends who have made amends
As pretentious as fiction and as critical

Five goes into one note, enter my room, flea of corpses
You're a patient, healed by the result coming out of this dirty drumset
You're generally in your right mind, I'm the one who sets ethics
Leave that whining era, good thing it's over, man!

Paralysis enters your heart, I pulled away
From what this truck crushed, the asphalt is the bloodline for good generations
Leave a twig in the pocket of your coat
If he were to paint a frame from my life, it would be Pablo's most valuable painting!

There's a lot of hope in the pants on your ass
Unless your arm is broken, it's not a reason, don't tell me the subject, man
All solid rhymes get cramps in their wings
Of the punchline hidden in interesting realities

Gossip is empty, every day of every month
Rap is still a toy gun, this mic thing
To be honest, it's not easy at all
My efforts are for those who understand

Gossip is empty, every day of every month
Rap is still a toy gun, this mic thing
To be honest, it's not easy at all
My efforts are for those who understand

Dizziness hits, tell them, even if they don't believe
Pain poured out of my lamp, even if no one believes it
This heart of mine is so stupid, it's hurt by reason, if my mother saw this state of mine
"Don't mind," she'd say, "Look, you saw the morning, say Bismillah, get up and pray"

There are always absolute crocodiles who write and draw biasedly about me
Get a nice pair of shirts and put them in your suitcase
You go far away, let whoever wants to stay and plot
Dream impossible dreams and love happy endings

You forgot them, smiling faces are aggressive
Don't always look at the good words, at the sweet pink of the world
The balance of the scales is also broken, go from the lanes you drew
Let the enemy watch you from behind, even if he curses

Finish this road, I have my defective kit, in my transfer
While I'm after the truth, friend, let it be from bed and blanket
Interpret unlucky events as good, like Nasrettin Hodja
What a difficult road it is to tell something to those who haven't lived

Gossip is empty, every day of every month
Rap is still a toy gun, this mic thing
To be honest, it's not easy at all
My efforts are for those who understand

Gossip is empty, every day of every month
Rap is still a toy gun, this mic thing
To be honest, it's not easy at all
My efforts are for those who understand