Текст и перевод песни Edavārdi - Miljons

Miljons

Visi noliedz to, bet cer to dabūt
Slavu šodien, rīt, un vēl to salūtu
Plus, tēlot melno, pelnot valūtu
Vai rokeri – velnu –, velkot parūku
Tāpēc izvēlas taisīt dziesmas tādas
Dēļ kurām man smaidīt bieži nākas
Tas, ko viņi dara, uz slavu cerot vēl
Ir kā dirst savam klonam – melo sev
Un es to visu nelūdzu, bet
Ja godīgi, arī man nekas nebūtu pret
Taisīt to radio sūdu būtu vienkārši
Lētie teksti, loop′i – kļūtu biezāks
Skilu nevajag šeit vai blakus klubā
Tautai viss ir reps – nu, ja tur runā
Tāpēc turpini maigāk un pamet dzeju
Un tu pelnīsi vairāk par Apvedceļu

Zini, tā rodas radio un kanālu pabiras
Kāds atcerās kādu no "Talantu Fabrikas"?
Kad Račam palūgsi bītu gardu
Es ap to laiku dabūšu īstu darbu
Iekustini pūli vienreiz koncertā?
Es piecreiz, plus rakstu piecreiz kompleksāk
Man patīk tā rakstīt, veci
Tikai gribu tavās acīs padzīt besi
Man tīk, kamēr bārā lohi rāda
Ka ar visu šito jānāk obligāti
Vēlmei pēc tā, ka plātās optimāli
Lai šis ģīmis visiem rādās optikā
Lai tā būtu, ļauj tikai uzstāties
Šitā bliezt, kādai čiksai uzmākties
Un būtu ļoti jauki, tad likt dziesmas
Ja es dabūtu to algu par sirdslietu

Jā, man nav tādi niķi kā jums
Obligāti dabūt piķi kā jumts
Bet, ja pelnīt ir kaut kāds ultimāts
Tad drīz redz, kā šaubās turpināt
Un es neģērbjos baltā tunikā
Jo es tikai gribu likt galdā unikālu
Mantu un mest šo pantu publikā
Un citas fiškas solot labas lietas?
Es te tiku tikai dodot savas dziesmas
Nevaj'g tēlot man koša tīņā ādā
Šitā rakstot es nopelnīšu ātrāk
Jo, tikai labi darot, mani pamanīs
Bet, ja netici, dari, kas ir vajadzīgs
Un, ja kļūsi par nieku populārāks
Nu, tad es laikam palieku lohu kārtā

Millions

Everyone denies it, but they certainly want it
Fame today, tomorrow, and those fireworks
Plus, playing like a black man, earning currency
Or rockers – the devil –, wearing a wig
That's why they choose to make such songs
Those which often make me smile
What they do, hoping for more fame
It's like shitting on your own clone – lie to yourself
And I never asked for all this, but
To be honest, I wouldn't mind it either
Making such radio shit would be easy
Cheap lyrics, loops – I would become thicker
No need to appear on stage here or in the club next door
For the people everything is rap – well, if they talk about it
So keep it softer and leave poetry
And you will earn more than Apvedceljs

You know, that's how radio and channel broadcasts are born
Does anyone remember someone from "Talantu Fabrika"?
When you ask Raca for a delicious beat
I'll get a real job by then
Get the crowd going once at a concert?
I do it five times, plus I write five times more complex
I like to write like this, man
I just want to drive you crazy
I like when the losers in the bar show
That you have to come to all of this
To the desire that everything is optimal on the records
So that this face shows up in all the optics
For that to happen, just let me perform
Scream like this, hit on some chick
And it would be really nice to then play the songs
If I could get that salary for my passion

Yes, I don't have those habits like you
To necessarily earn some dough like a roof
But, if earning is some kind of ultimatum
Then I'll soon see you doubting to continue
And I don't dress in a white tunic
Because I only want to put something unique on the table
And give this verse to the audience
And promise other tricks to get good things?
I came here only to give you my songs
No need for me to play in bright teenage skin
I'll earn money faster by writing like this
Because, only by doing good, will I get noticed
But, if you don't believe it, do what is necessary
And, if you become a little more popular
Well, then I'll probably stay with the losers