Текст и перевод песни BoyBand feat. Modré hory & Moja reč - Jednou nás budou hrát, mami

Jednou nás budou hrát, mami

Raz, dva, mikrofón check raz, dva,
Asi takto nejak sa pripravujem v práci mama,
Každý víkend keď na zadné sedadlo sadám,
Z okna hoodu mávam a na cestu sa dám,
Možno ti pripadáme ako chlapci v pasci,
Neboj iné matky, nemali menej starostí jak ty,
Ste super rodičia sú to len moje sračky,
že nepoznám nič iné štyri doby, štyri takty,
Nepozeraj si prosím fotky z tých akcií,
Radši by si ma videla s diplomom místo flašky,
My nie sme vyjebané smažky,
Iba som neobsedel v škole lebo život je fakt krátky,
Vím že chceš nech mám rodinu a mám sa krásne,
No máš syna čo nebere ten život až tak vážne,
Možno už nie dlho ale robím čo mám rád,
No tak neboj mami, raz nás možno budú hrať.

Bolo to v dobe keď ešte vládol Mečiar,
Mala si hlavný job a večer ďalší job, na pleciach,
V kancli si mala počítač dva-osem-šestka,
Ihličková tlačiareň práve tlačila text jak,
Snívali sme -?- urvať si kus sveta,
Skurvený hnus prestáť a užívať si peňazí a svetla,
Výslní a nevyšumieť ako dym,
Predať stotisíc platní a pamätám si ako som ti sľúbil,
že keď mi kúpiš mike tak ti kúpim to čo sa volá limuzína a ty si mi ho kúpila,
A ja som doňho vrieskal až k zachrípnutým hlasivkám,
Bez pódií, po pivniciach, bez odposluchov, bez fans,
žiaden big deal lebo chceli sme byť real,
Nemám zlaté disky preto som rapový príživník,
Keby si túto skladbu predsa počula hrať v rádiu,
Mami krása, pre toto vďaka, pre toto hrá ti ju.

Svetadiel na ktorom sa potkýnam viem že mám Európu rád,
Euro skeptik iba ak ide o Europu2,
A po nociach na sieti stojím,
Tak svojsky nesvoj inak nechcem veľa neboj,
Len raz začať svet, bez ľudí a reštaurácie bez hudby,
A vegetiť, v ľavom zadnom vačku mám veľké sny,
A zvyšky honoráru a do výplaty pár dní,
A to balím, valím, v kancli,
Dúfam že vo vačku sa to začne páriť,
Zabuchol som sa do tejto hry,
No nechcem na cudzie dvere mlátiť,
A preto osem firme, šestnásť dávam pre nástroje fitness,
Furt sa teším na desiateho jak šľak,
čísla som vypustil, už sa môžem hrať.

Prej budu za vodou jak Kanada až budou pecky v rotacích,
Nevím pořád jsme hovada co spíš potřebujou dotaci,
Splácim auto, byt mám v podnájmu jako Afu-ra,
Občas mi vypnou telefon říkej mi Jozef Faktura,
Jsem rád ze si píšu texty sám,
Né manažer co smrdí potem, lidma a zná příbehy jak kanape,
Nevedu hitparády stejně můžem zajít na kafe,
Můj label je jediná věc které z láskou říkam swag,
Z rapu si postavím pero, ne vilu,
Stejně jako ty si radši koupíš pivo než moji muziku,
Poslechnu si radši Inphyho než Jay Dillu,
Jsem civilní od slova Ty Nikdy, sleduj moji mikinu,
Jednou fakt budem obří jako Pink Floyd,
Seru na řidiče more spíš nemá ten Rolls Royce,
Stačí mi pivo na playboy,
Na rotaci seru, i tak je BoyBand lepší než Boyzone.

Mám auto, mám kde bývať, mám frajerku som oukej,
škoda že nám chlapci ukradli nápad na BoyBand,
Mohli sme zarobiť jak Take that alebo Backstreetboys,
Asi mi neostáva nič len kopať besný flow,
Tato aj tak vypytuje cédéčká, máti vypytujé cédečká,
S hudbou sa cítim jak keby mám sedemnásť,
Keď sa pustí beat letím ako severák,
Aj tak ma žiadne skurvené rádio nechce hrať,
Delik urob pop song, urob hit,
Jemný beat, pekný text, urobíš kopu lóvov,
Manažér je zo mňa šedivý mám štyridsať skladieb,
Pripravených na album no žiaden hit tam nevidí,
Mám možno menej fans ako Desmod a Cmorík,
No o to viac sú real, chápu ma, vedia čo robím,
Nejak neviem vypnúť srdce a inštinkty sorry,
Preto som na tomto tracku s Pepkom, Supom a Wondym.

Práve idem z pumpy domov, bol som si kúpiť pivá,
Zbadali ma dvaja mladí grázli a hneď na mňa kričia:,, Supa, Supa sem" a,, Supa, Supa tam",
A ty si pre nás kráľ, pravý underground,
A, oni ma nepoznajú z rádia sakra,
Nikto ma nepozná z rádia haha,
Lebo nás tam nehrajú no ja by som chcel pre mamu,
Zarobiť dosť peňazí nech nemusí lietať už,
Do Nemecka za prácou byť ďaleko od rodiny,
Pozri myslím na teba toľko že píšem o tom rýmy,
Ona by tam rada chcela počuť svojho chlapca,
A hovoriť kamoškám že "áno ja som jeho mama",
Pre fanúšikov sme niečo jak posledná bašta,
Komercia sa im hnusí hovoria nám bacha,
Nechceme vás tam lebo to budete zapredaní,
Ale čo tak pustiť rádio a počuť naše hlasy,
Ja viem, chcete nás len pre seba,
Ale my chceme byť nezávislí preto nech vás nehnevá,
Počuť nás inde ako na nete,
Lebo keď nebudú papiere, tak možno skapeme,
A potom nebudeme ani tam, ani nikde,
Keď to skončí chcem mať dobrý pocit že ste stáli pri mne,
Tak ako otec, mama, moje ségry, moji fellaz,
Lebo tí mi veria a keď prerazím, tak sa tešia,
Milý fans, toto je pre vás, SUPA,
Moja reč, BoyBand, Modré hory,
A daj spustiť ďalšiu skladbu, bitch.

Mom, One Day They'll Play Us

One, two, mic check one, two,
This is how I prepare for work, Mom,
Every weekend when I hop in the back seat,
I wave from the hood's window and hit the road,
Maybe we seem like boys trapped,
Don't worry, other moms had no less worries than you,
You're awesome parents, it's just my own crap,
That I know nothing but four beats, four bars,
Please don't look at photos from those parties,
You'd rather see me with a diploma instead of a bottle,
We're not messed up junkies,
I just couldn't sit still in school because life is too short,
I know you want me to have a family and a good life,
But you have a son who doesn't take life that seriously,
Maybe not for long, but I'm doing what I love,
So don't worry Mom, maybe one day they'll play us.

It was back when Mečiar was still in power,
You had your main job and another one at night, on your shoulders,
In the office you had a 286 computer,
Dot matrix printer was printing text like,
We dreamed -?- to grab a piece of the world,
Endure the damn mess and enjoy the money and the light,
The limelight and not fade away like smoke,
Sell a hundred thousand records and I remember promising you,
That if you buy me a mic, I'll buy you that thing called a limousine and you bought it for me,
And I screamed into it until my vocal cords were hoarse,
Without stages, in basements, without monitors, without fans,
No big deal because we wanted to be real,
I don't have gold records, that's why I'm a rap leech,
If you ever heard this song playing on the radio,
Mom, it's beautiful, thank you for this, that's why I'm playing it for you.

The continent where I stumble, I know I love Europe,
A Euro-skeptic only when it comes to Europa2,
And at night I stand on the net,
So peculiarly un-me, otherwise I don't want much, don't worry,
Just to start the world anew, without people and restaurants without music,
And vegetate, in my left back pocket I have big dreams,
And scraps of my fee and a few days till payday,
And that's it, I'm packing up, rolling out, in the office,
I hope it starts multiplying in my pocket,
I fell for this game,
But I don't want to bang on other people's doors,
That's why eight to the company, sixteen I give for fitness tools,
I'm still looking forward to the tenth like a jerk,
I let go of the numbers, now I can play.

They say I'll be wealthy like Canada when my tracks are in rotation,
I don't know, we're still fools who rather need a subsidy,
I'm paying off the car, my apartment is rented like Afu-ra's,
Sometimes they turn off my phone, call me Jozef Invoice,
I'm glad I write my own lyrics,
Not a manager who stinks of sweat, people and knows stories like a couch,
I don't top the charts, but we can still go for coffee,
My label is the only thing I lovingly call swag,
I'll build a pen, not a villa, from rap,
Just like you, you'd rather buy a beer than my music,
I'd rather listen to Inphy than Jay Dilla,
I'm civilian from the word You Never, check out my hoodie,
One day we'll really be huge like Pink Floyd,
Screw the driver, it's more likely he doesn't have a Rolls Royce,
A beer is enough for a playboy,
Screw rotation, BoyBand is still better than Boyzone.

I have a car, I have a place to live, I have a girlfriend, I'm okay,
Too bad those guys stole our idea for BoyBand,
We could have made money like Take That or Backstreet Boys,
I guess all I have left is to kick some crazy flow,
Dad keeps asking for CDs, Mom keeps asking for CDs,
With music I feel like I'm seventeen,
When the beat drops, I fly like the north wind,
Still, no damn radio wants to play me,
Delik, make a pop song, make a hit,
A gentle beat, nice lyrics, you'll make a lot of dough,
The manager is going gray because of me, I have forty songs,
Ready for an album, but he doesn't see a hit there,
Maybe I have fewer fans than Desmod and Cmorík,
But they're all the more real, they understand me, they know what I'm doing,
I somehow can't turn off my heart and instincts, sorry,
That's why I'm on this track with Pepko, Supa and Wondy.

I'm just coming home from the gas station, I went to buy some beers,
Two young rascals saw me and started yelling: "Supa, Supa here" and "Supa, Supa there",
And you're a king for us, true underground,
And, they don't know me from the radio, damn it,
Nobody knows me from the radio haha,
Because they don't play us there, but I'd like for Mom,
To earn enough money so she doesn't have to fly anymore,
To Germany for work, being far from family,
Look, I think about you so much that I write rhymes about it,
She'd like to hear her boy there,
And tell her friends that "yes, I'm his mom",
For fans, we're something like the last bastion,
They hate commercial stuff, they tell us to be careful,
They don't want us there because we'll be sellouts,
But what about turning on the radio and hearing our voices,
I know, you want us just for yourselves,
But we want to be independent, so please don't be upset,
To hear us elsewhere than on the net,
Because if there's no paper, we might die,
And then we won't be there, nor anywhere,
When it ends, I want to have a good feeling that you were there for me,
Like my father, mother, my sisters, my fellas,
Because they believe in me and if I break through, they'll be happy,
Dear fans, this is for you, SUPA,
Moja reč, BoyBand, Modré hory,
And play the next track, bitch.