Текст и перевод песни Eal F. Skillz feat. Fieber - Yollar

Yollar

Dört kere manyak oldum, dört kere paranoyak
Son bir satır gider ayak eskitirdi resmi
Onlar bu yoldan çıkarken ben ordaydım
Zordaydın, ee ne oldu? Ben yetiştim
Sen yetişme aşamasında yarım kalan kişilik
Avrupai kasabasında ezik duygularla vardın
Kesik umutla beklediğin tarlalarda esrar
Karlı havada tattığın acıyla cesurlaştın
Yollar! Yollar ayla örtülü
Zorlar! Zorlar hayli ömrümü
Onlar! Onlar aynı örgütü kurdu
Kurdular ve bittim
Kurgularla oyun esastır, edinip astım
Ayaklarımdan tersçe kendimi çevirip aklım
Almadıkça aynı ve farklı işkenceler
Denedim ve hislerimi attım bu yolla

Aslında arkanda kimse yok artık lan
Upuzun ve boş yolda yalnızsın, farkında
Olman gerek, ordan bilet kestiler, biz devam ettik
Önce denizde ve karada, sonra havada gittik
Havalan Mc, en birinci sensin en kral rapçi
Amına koyduğumun piyasasında 1000 kişiden üçü bilinçli
İstatistiki veriyle tanımla rapi sikenleri
O kralcılar var ya, bahçemizin dikenleri
Temizlik zamanı geldi bitch atağı frenledi
Nurcu polisler bastı boyarken biz trenleri
Karşı karşıyayız şimdi, ben elimde spreyimle
Çok basit bir hareketimle boya içinde kaldı ibne
Şimdi koşma vaktidir dönüp de geriye bakmadan
İstikamet arabamız ara sokakta saklanan
Birçok eski dost vardı sokaklarda haklanan
Aklamam o ibneyi ben atsa bile taklalar

Roads

I went crazy four times, paranoid four times
One last line just before leaving erased the picture
I was there when they left this road
You were struggling, well, what happened? I caught up
You are a half-finished personality in the stage of catching up
You arrived in a European town with feelings of inferiority
Marijuana in the fields you waited for with a broken hope
You became brave with the pain you tasted in the snowy weather
Roads! Roads covered with the moon
Difficulties! Difficulties took away my life
They! They created the same organization
They created it and I'm finished
Fictional games are essential, I acquired and hung them
Turning myself upside down from my feet and my mind
The same and different tortures unless I get them
I tried and threw my feelings on this road

Actually, there's nobody behind you anymore
You are alone on a long and empty road, aware
You need to be, they cut tickets there, we continued
First in the sea and on land, then in the air we went
Fly Mc, you're the number one, the king of rappers
In this fucking market, three out of a thousand are conscious
Statistically define those who fucked up rap
Those royals, they are the thorns in our garden
Cleaning time has come, the bitch attack was braked
The religious police stormed while we were painting the trains
We're face to face now, I'm with my spray in my hand
With a very simple action, the fag was in paint
Now is the time to run, without looking back
Our car is hiding in a back alley
There were many old friends claiming the streets
I'll clear that fag even if he does somersaults