Текст и перевод песни Branco - YOUNG BRANCS

YOUNG BRANCS

Jeg var på den der blok med en
Glocker på mig, du var ude og spille et show
Ingen booker os, så vi booker stedet, plejed' at investere i euro
Vi har mistet alt for mange, mistet alt for meget, aldrig mistet håb
Mistet alt for mange, mistet alt for meget, aldrig mistet håb
Derfor der' Porchse i vores garage,
Mama hun smiler, har det rart (Mama)
Os vi' skabt under pres, matcher min' sten i Audemars
Dem de' ikk' bygget ligesom os, de har ikk' hygget ligesom os
Ikk' rullet op på den siden af dem, ikk' rykket ligesom os
De gav min bror en kugl', han smilt' to dage efter
Han sagde: "Vi' to brødre, fire hænder, der' ikk' nogen ekstra"
For jeg ved, at vi' alen', selv når vi' omringet af mennesker
Men de ved ogs', at vi gør alt for dem, vi elsker (Ouh-oh)
Det' var '09 med en nina på mig eller en .45 ligesom John Wayne
Bror, hva' ved de om Young Brancs? Cirkelspark ligesom Hwoarang
Jumpman ligesom Jordan, aktion i noget Balmain
Kom op på den cocaine, og der' ingen tid til at sov' længe
Strike brormand, ingen bowling, ved de om at gå all in?
Ved de om at lav' fucking aktion, ikk' vide, hvor man ska' sov' hen'?
Men det' nyt sæt hver dag nu, akrash, ja, de' stadig bagud'
Akrash, ja, de' stadig bagud', der' ingen retsag, det' ingen sag nu
Jeg var på den der blok med en
Glocker på mig, du var ude og spille et show
Ingen booker os, så vi booker stedet, plejed' at investere i euro
Vi har mistet alt for mange, mistet alt for meget, aldrig mistet håb
Mistet alt for mange, mistet alt for meget, aldrig mistet håb
Jeg var på den der blok med en
Glocker på mig, du var ude og spille et show
Ingen booker os, så vi booker stedet, plejed' at investere i euro
Vi har mistet alt for mange, mistet alt for meget, aldrig mistet håb
Mistet alt for mange, mistet alt for meget, aldrig mistet håb
(Uh-uh-uh) Yeah
Ved du, hva' det fucking hele handler om?
Det handler om at byg' noget, ikk'?
Byg' noget, som er der, når vi ikk' er der mer'
Noget, der lever forevigt

Mmh, Don Corleone
Bror, det handler om at byg' til familien
Så hele den her verden kender dit navn
Bar' husk, der' et liv efter graven
Mmh, Don Corleone
Bror, det handler om at byg' til familien
Så hele den her verden kender dit navn
Bar' husk, der' et liv efter graven

YOUNG BRANCS

I was on that block with a
Glock on me, you were out playing a show
Nobody books us, so we book the place, used to invest in euros
We lost too many, lost too much, never lost hope
Lost too many, lost too much, never lost hope
That's why there's a Porsche in our garage,
Mama's smiling, she's doing well (Mama)
We were created under pressure, matching my stones in the Audemars
They're not built like us, they haven't chilled like us
Haven't rolled up on that side of them, haven't moved like us
They gave my brother a bullet, he smiled two days later
He said: "We're two brothers, four hands, there's no extra"
Because I know we're alone, even when we're surrounded by people
But they also know we do everything for those we love (Ouh-oh)
It was '09 with a nina on me or a .45 like John Wayne
Brother, what do they know about Young Brancs? Roundhouse kick like Hwoarang
Jumpman like Jordan, action in some Balmain
Got on that cocaine, and there's no time to sleep in
Strike brother, no bowling, do they know about going all in?
Do they know about taking fucking action, not knowing where to sleep?
But it's a new set every day now, akrash, yeah, they're still behind
Akrash, yeah, they're still behind, there's no trial, there's no case now
I was on that block with a
Glock on me, you were out playing a show
Nobody books us, so we book the place, used to invest in euros
We lost too many, lost too much, never lost hope
Lost too many, lost too much, never lost hope
I was on that block with a
Glock on me, you were out playing a show
Nobody books us, so we book the place, used to invest in euros
We lost too many, lost too much, never lost hope
Lost too many, lost too much, never lost hope
(Uh-uh-uh) Yeah
Do you know what it's all fucking about?
It's about building something, right?
Build something that's there when we're not there anymore
Something that lives forever

Mmh, Don Corleone
Brother, it's about building for the family
So this whole world knows your name
Just remember, there's a life after the grave
Mmh, Don Corleone
Brother, it's about building for the family
So this whole world knows your name
Just remember, there's a life after the grave