Sor Bir Bana - Sido , Alpa Gun перевод на английский

Sor Bir Bana

Evet hier ist Sido dinle ve kes lan
Her bir satirim dilere destan
Kendimi bildim bileli hep bok dedim
Sende mi rap ci oldun iyi bok yedin
Burasi cok serin nede olsa almanya
Hele bir yaz oldumu verilir antalya
Biraz deniz havasi, istanbulun kizlari
Bize yemek bölümü yanina birde Raki
Bikdim bu caddelerden ve cok üzdüm annami
Ama simdi Star oldum bak birak attim havami
Ha almanya ha türkce nede olsa damardan
Iste burda maskeli adam Sido ve Alpa Gun
Destanimin adi bir savasci
Gurbetin elinde bir yabanci
Memlekete giden bir almanci
Sor bir bana, sor bir bana
Kimseden bize bir hayiri yok
Yinede insana saygimiz cok
E sükür allahim ha karnimiz tok
Sor bir bana, sor bir bana
Frag mich was du willst ich mach dir klar was sache ist
Ist doch egal ob ich ein Deutscher oder ein Kanake bin
Ich bin hier geboren ich weiß das es hier nicht so einfach ist
Auch in der Türkei frage ich mich wo meine Heimat ist
Hier bin ein Ausländer und drüben wie ein Tourist
Leider hat sich nichts geändert weil es heute noch so ist
Canim ich mach Straßenpolitik doch komme schwer voran
Alpa ist gerecht und bleibt so hart wie Tayip Erdogan
Guck dir mein Perso an, ich bin Türke und er ein Deutscher
Was zwischen mir und Sido läuft ist eine wahre Freundschaft
Ich hab gelernt hier zu leben und mich zu intergrieren
Obwohl sich kein Politiker für uns hier interessiert
Ich heb die Faust hoch hörst du die Straße streiten
Ich bin die Stimme der Straße das ist mein Markenzeichen
Ich bleib so wie ich bin ich werd mich durch die Szene boxen
Denn ich bin ein Ghettojunge und kämpfe um jeden Groschen
Destanimin adi bir savasci
Gurbetin elinde bir yabanci
Memlekete giden bir almanci
Sor bir bana, sor bir bana
Kimseden bize bir hayiri yok
Yinede insana saygimiz cok
E sükür allahim ha karnimiz tok
Sor bir bana, sor bir bana
Destanimin adi bir savasci
Gurbetin elinde bir yabanci
Memlekete giden bir almanci
Sor bir bana, sor bir bana
Kimseden bize bir hayiri yok
Yinede insana saygimiz cok
E sükür allahim ha karnimiz tok
Sor bir bana, sor bir bana
Destanimin adi bir savasci
Gurbetin elinde bir yabanci
Memlekete giden bir almanci
Sor bir bana, sor bir bana
Kimseden bize bir hayiri yok
Yinede insana saygimiz cok
E sükür allahim ha karnimiz tok
Sor bir bana, sor bir bana

Ask Me

Yeah, it's Sido here, listen up and shut it
Every line I spit is legendary
Ever since I can remember, I've always talked shit
So you became a rapper too? You're full of it
It's pretty cool here, after all, it's Germany
Especially when summer comes, we head to Antalya
A bit of sea air, Istanbul's girls
A feast for us, and some Raki on the side
I'm tired of these streets and I've saddened my mother a lot
But now I'm a star, look, I've dropped my attitude
Whether German or Turkish, it's all from the heart
Here's the masked man, Sido and Alpa Gun
The name of my story is a warrior
A foreigner in the hands of exile
A German going to his homeland
Ask me, ask me
No one does us any good
Yet we have a lot of respect for people
Thank God, our stomachs are full
Ask me, ask me
Ask me what you want, I'll make it clear what's up
It doesn't matter if I'm German or Turkish
I was born here, I know it's not easy here
Even in Turkey, I wonder where my home is
Here I'm a foreigner and over there like a tourist
Unfortunately, nothing has changed because it's still like this today
Honey, I do street politics but I'm struggling
Alpa is just and stays as tough as Tayyip Erdogan
Look at my ID, I'm Turkish and he's German
What's going on between me and Sido is true friendship
I've learned to live here and integrate
Even though no politician cares about us here
I raise my fist, can you hear the street fighting?
I am the voice of the street, that's my trademark
I'll stay the way I am, I'll fight my way through the scene
Because I'm a ghetto boy and I fight for every penny
The name of my story is a warrior
A foreigner in the hands of exile
A German going to his homeland
Ask me, ask me
No one does us any good
Yet we have a lot of respect for people
Thank God, our stomachs are full
Ask me, ask me
The name of my story is a warrior
A foreigner in the hands of exile
A German going to his homeland
Ask me, ask me
No one does us any good
Yet we have a lot of respect for people
Thank God, our stomachs are full
Ask me, ask me
The name of my story is a warrior
A foreigner in the hands of exile
A German going to his homeland
Ask me, ask me
No one does us any good
Yet we have a lot of respect for people
Thank God, our stomachs are full
Ask me, ask me