Текст и перевод песни Ezhel - Şehrimin Tadı

Şehrimin Tadı

Ankara ayazı ruhumu keser
Bi' cebimde yok kapital
Bi' cebimde kenevir tohumu
Ayrancı cebeci Kennedy yokuşu
Kaybettim gene şu yolumu
Kafam taşak gibi karnımız aç!
N'apsak şimdi? Süper marketten çalsak bi' şey
Sosis ve salam!
Yerim kafam düşer ot ister canım
Polisten kaçın!
Rap'in pavyonuna olurum Çubuklu Yaşar
Manita tutulur bana, onu da öpemem lüzumsuz kaçar
Atar atar gider, bebeler bebeler
Takılır gecelerde, maymunluk yapar
Gözü kızıl, gözü kara bebek
Çözüp durdum, çözüm para demek
O da bana ve de sana gerek
Salak bebelerde karakter eksik
Daha hanginizi adam edek?
Yanaşır yılışık bahane seks
Koyup soyar seni atar heves
Yanında viski ve vodka ve Afgan var hepsinin tadı nefis
Karanlık çöktüğünde koktuğunda kömür sokak
Şehrimin tadı ağzımda yine
is, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
Karanlık çöktüğünde koktuğunda kömür sokak
Şehrimin tadı ağzımda yine
is, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür
Tüm şehir bi' pavyon ve bizim paramız yok
Şükür ki karnımız tok, şansımız çok olur elimiz floş
Sadece dirsekten aşağımız bronz
Kışımız soğuk olur, kırımız boz
Kızımız hoş olur, hızlıdır çok
Denizi var ama kıyısı yok
Kuyumu kaz, ister ki kuyruğuma bas
Kuyunuz kafama kuru, a basınız tuzunuz kuruda kurunuz yaş
Suçluluk duygunuz surata yansır, bırakın yansın
Kıralım kafa
Ben de sözde kralım la', kralım lafta
İnceyi anla, İncek'i İncesu'dan ayıran sistemi sikim
Hep size, hep size lan, biz de isteriz bi' şey
Gençlerim işsiz de patronlar sizken sikeyim işi
Kendi patronum benim, takım elbisemse kapşonum, berem
Metropolerinde hapsolur gene
Ghettolar evinse hep sonum beter
Ketum ol bebem
Duyarlar, işine sokarlar çomak
Çok ahkam kesenler çıkarlar korkak
Hiç emek vermeden çıkarlar ortak
Çıkarlar ortak sen zannediyo'ken
Sonuna seni de tokatlar sokak
Konular sorunlar bok atmak kolay
Kokarken sokaklar düşersin boka
İs, pas, kir, kömürde yaşarsın boşa
Karanlık çöktüğünde koktuğunda kömür sokak
Şehrimin tadı ağzımda yine; is, pas, kir, köm
ür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
Karanlık çöktüğünde koktuğunda kömür sokak
Şehrimin tadı ağzımda yine; is, pas, kir, köm
ür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür, plastik, çöplük, lastik, egzoz, esrar
İs, pas, kir, kömür

Taste of My City

Ankara's frost cuts through my soul
No capital in one pocket
Cannabis seeds in the other
Ayrancı, Cebeci, Kennedy hill
Lost my way again
Head's messed up, stomach's empty!
What to do now? Steal something from the supermarket
Sausages and salami!
I'll eat, my head will fall, my soul craves weed
Run from the cops!
I become Çubuklu Yaşar in the brothel of rap
Got a girl, can't even kiss her, she runs away needlessly
Throws tantrums and leaves, babes, babes
Hanging out at night, acting like monkeys
Red-eyed, dark-eyed baby
I've been trying to figure it out, the solution is money
And it's necessary for both you and me
Stupid babes lack character
Which one of you should we make into a woman?
They approach, clingy, excuse is sex
They use you, strip you, and throw away their desire
Whiskey and vodka and Afghan beside them, all tastes delicious
When darkness falls, the coal street smells
The taste of my city in my mouth again
Soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
When darkness falls, the coal street smells
The taste of my city in my mouth again
Soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
Soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
Soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
Soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
Soot, rust, dirt, coal
The whole city's a brothel and we have no money
Thankful we're full, we're lucky, our hand might be a flush
Only our arms are tanned
Our winters are cold, our plains are grey
Our girls are pretty, very fast
There's a sea but no shore
Dig my well, and they want to step on my tail
Your well is dry on my head, your salt is dry when you're dry, stay wet
Your guilt shows on your face, let it burn
Let's break our heads
I'm supposedly the king, man, the king in words
Get it, I don't give a damn about the system that separates İncek from İncesu
Always for you, always for you, man, we want something too
Our youth are unemployed, and while you're the bosses, screw the job
I'm my own boss, my suit is my hoodie, my beanie
Trapped in its metropolis again
If ghettos are home, my end is always worse
Be quiet, babe
They'll hear, they'll stick a stick in your business
Those who talk big will turn out to be cowards
They'll become partners without putting in any effort
They'll become partners while you think you're doing well
In the end, the street will slap you too
Issues, problems, throwing shit is easy
When the streets stink, you fall into the shit
You live in soot, rust, and dirt for nothing
When darkness falls, the coal street smells
The taste of my city in my mouth again; soot, rust, dirt, coal
plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
When darkness falls, the coal street smells
The taste of my city in my mouth again; soot, rust, dirt, coal
plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
Soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
Soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
Soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, rubber, exhaust, weed
Soot, rust, dirt, coal