Текст и перевод песни Cyanide - Gjakoville

Gjakoville

Neper ket qytet, kurr mos dil veq vet,
Se se din ka t'vjen, apo ka t'kerset,
Kur smunesh me pa, ata qe don me tra,
Se per senin ma t'vogel, ktu ti munesh mu vra,

Neper ket qytet, kurr mos dil veq vet,
Se se din ka t'vjen, apo ka t'kerset,
Kur smunesh me pa, ata qe don me tra,
Se per senin ma t'vogel, ktu ti munesh mu vra,

Qysh se kur, qysh se gjeth, un kom bo qa m'ka ra n'qef,
Shumica e reperav t'sodit i shkrujn rimat ne qenef,
Se aty ku jom rrit un, ne Kosove ska kerkun,
Gjakove o pidh none, ku hin njeri e del sapun,
Dilinxhi secili fmi, po prap e ngojn ma te vjetrin
Sja rrasin karin kerkujt aty jon per njeri tjetrin,
E ti thuj qa karin t'dush, se kerkush ala s'te myti,
Nuk te kapi per gabzherri, me ta nxerr guhen per fyti,
Nese ki diqka me thon, hiq mos e le per neser,
Ti m'vet me ta bo ni bit, une ta bi ni orkester,
Don me m'gjet? Lypum ne Gjakove neper qdo mahall,
Tu u cill me pidha t'nones, qe ta lojn plumin e n'ball,
Kini t'drejt o havera, ne Gjakove ska rrepera,
Ka pankera qe sta mrrin ymri kurr me than i therra,
Hera par dhe e funit qe gabut edhe shat,
Edhe vet siq e pat, per luft na jena t'part... se

Neper ket qytet, kurr mos dil veq vet,
Se se din ka t'vjen, apo ka t'kerset,
Kur smunesh me pa, ata qe don me tra,
Se per senin ma t'vogel, ktu ti munesh mu vra,

Neper ket qytet, kurr mos dil veq vet,
Se se din ka t'vjen, apo ka t'kerset,
Kur smunesh me pa, ata qe don me tra,
Se per senin ma t'vogel, ktu ti munesh mu vra,

Ni shishe Hennessy, un e pi me ni gerq,
Qat'her dilum ti perpara ti thej brit ti boj kersh
Era perq t'vjen pi gjakit, fati tulifar papakit,
Qe i thot dy fjal anglisht, imitim i 2pacit.
Po te kthehemi ne tekstill, n'qarshi t'vogel n'gjakoville,
Nese sje ti pi atyshit, aty s'ta rras asni pidh,
Nese sje Gjakovar, ti aty sun hec i lir,
Pi atyne qe i lidhin gjepat me zhingjir.
Un i shtir? Jo haver po po t'regoj qe ska paqe,
Ne Gjakove ka asi me voth n'vetull hun e faqe,
Ka asi qe edhe ngrehin kristal t'bardh po e shfaqe,
Bash qasi qe per moral, jon gati me ra n'gjaqe,
Kthe ti faqen, the ti qafen, dej n'dalje te Gjakoves,
Po u ktheve ta bin topin me gryk sa gryka rugoves,
Sjem ka shitna mangup, as qe e kom per afirmim,
Po ket gitar elektronike un e kom trashigim, se

Neper ket qytet, kurr mos dil veq vet,
Se se din ka t'vjen, apo ka t'kerset,
Kur smunesh me pa, ata qe don me tra,
Se per senin ma t'vogel, ktu ti munesh mu vra,

Neper ket qytet, kurr mos dil veq vet,
Se se din ka t'vjen, apo ka t'kerset,
Kur smunesh me pa, ata qe don me tra,
Se per senin ma t'vogel, ktu ti munesh mu vra,

Kurr zotit sju kom fal, kush karin don me m'nal,
Me m'dal, perpara, e me m'shti mi than em fal,
O djal ska sen, qe synin mu ma trem,
Sidomos ni pidh qe emnin ja paskna permen,
Maje n'men ti ket ven, qe thirret Gjakoville,
Edhe n'Han ti shkon e vjen po anej pari mos u sill,
Mos e kfill situaten le le te perzihet leshi,
Ty te qihet nona n'pidh, un rri anash vetem keshi,
Muni yt me m'rrxu mu, kuku ka mu kan i kot,
Jom has Gjakovar, edhe pse jem rrit n'Piskot,
Jom rreper, po jo sikur Tingulli Prishtines,
Se n'koncert, kur t'kerset alltia, siki kurr pi bines,
E tines ski nevoj mu tut, se kurr plum nuk ta fut,
Nese s'ta marr gjakin sot, dije qe skom qef mu gut,
Ti sot e m'plagos, une neser t'vraj veq dihet,
Se hiq nuk pertoj me zhduk, ni pidh qe nuk qihet

Gjakoville

Through this city, never go out alone,
You never know what’s gonna happen, or who's gonna follow you,
When you can't see, those who want to hurt you,
For the smallest thing, here you can get killed,

Through this city, never go out alone,
You never know what’s gonna happen, or who's gonna follow you,
When you can't see, those who want to hurt you,
For the smallest thing, here you can get killed,

Ever since, I've done whatever I wanted,
Most of today's rappers write their rhymes in the bathroom,
Because where I grew up, in Kosovo there’s no church,
Gjakove, you son of a bitch, where a person enters and leaves as a soap,
Every child is a hustler, but they still respect the elders,
They don’t give a damn about those who are for somebody else,
You say whatever you want, nobody will strangle you here,
They won't catch you off guard, and rip your guts out through your mouth,
If you have something to say, don't leave it for tomorrow,
You make a beat for me, I'll make you an orchestra,
Want to find me? Ask in Gjakove in every neighborhood,
While playing with your mom’s son, they’ll shoot you in the forehead,
You're right, my friend, there are no rappers in Gjakove,
There are punks whose smoke will never reach me, never to be called hot,
The first and last time, you made a mistake and stumbled,
And you yourself became like a duck, we were ready for a fight... because

Through this city, never go out alone,
You never know what’s gonna happen, or who's gonna follow you,
When you can't see, those who want to hurt you,
For the smallest thing, here you can get killed,

Through this city, never go out alone,
You never know what’s gonna happen, or who's gonna follow you,
When you can't see, those who want to hurt you,
For the smallest thing, here you can get killed,

A bottle of Hennessy, I drink it with a crazy,
Then I come out in front of you, I tell you to shout and make some noise,
Time that comes from blood, the luck of a stupid dad,
Who says two words in English, an imitation of 2Pac.
But let's get back to the text, facing a kid in Gjakoville,
If you're not from there, nobody will bother you there,
If you're not from Gjakove, you can't walk freely there,
From those who tie their pockets with chains.
Am I lying? No, friend, I'm telling you there's no peace,
In Gjakove there’s an ass with hair in their armpits, they’ve lost their face,
There’s an ass that even raises white crystal but is lost,
Same ass that for morals, is ready to fight,
Turn your cheek, break your neck, until the exit of Gjakove,
If you come back, I’ll shoot you as deep as the Rugova gorge,
We're not gangsters, nor is it my affirmation,
But this electric guitar is my inheritance, because

Through this city, never go out alone,
You never know what’s gonna happen, or who's gonna follow you,
When you can't see, those who want to hurt you,
For the smallest thing, here you can get killed,

Through this city, never go out alone,
You never know what’s gonna happen, or who's gonna follow you,
When you can't see, those who want to hurt you,
For the smallest thing, here you can get killed,

I never forgave God, who wants to stop me,
To stop me, to my face, and tell me to apologize,
Oh boy, there’s nothing that scares me more,
Especially a son of a bitch whose name I haven’t mentioned,
Remember this place, which is called Gjakoville,
Even if you go to Han and come back, don’t go that way first,
Don’t start the situation, let the wool get mixed up,
Your mom will cry for you, I’ll just sit back and watch,
Your bullet to hit me, haha, it was in vain,
I am a Gjakovarian, even though I grew up in Piskot,
I'm a rapper, but not like the Sound of Pristina,
Because in concert, when they shout "all together," nobody ever comes out from the back,
And you don't need to worry, because I'll never shoot you,
If I don't take your blood today, know that I don't feel like killing you,
You hurt me today, tomorrow I'll kill you, that's for sure,
Because I'm not afraid to make a son of a bitch, who doesn't shut up, disappear.