Текст и перевод песни Freundeskreis feat. Shurik'n - Briefwechsel / Letter Exchange

Briefwechsel / Letter Exchange

Hey shurik 'n erstmal grüße von débo aus lausanne
Sie gab mir diese adresse hoff' der brief kommt an
Bist du wieder in marseille ich hör die tour war lang
Anbei n'dat vielleicht machen wir'n tune zusamm'
Wir basteln an der neuen platte in der bude vom don
Ne sé studio one und es wär cool wenn du kommst
Vielleicht im januar kurz nach hanuka
Four zahlt das ticket günne checkt das business mit fabien
Das konzept ist briefwechsel und da du auch eher bildlich textest
Sag ich lieber nicht zuviel zu message
Stuttgart ist nicht marseille doch menschen teilen schicksal
Die gleichen stigmas die gleiche politik samt gleichem ritual
Man führt seinen täglichen kampf in seiner welt gefangen
Schnell ist der horizont nur noch der eigene tellerrand
Shurk'n ich hoff du hast visionen für das
Lass es mich bald wissen schreib' zurück gruß max

Yo max j'ai bien reça ta missive j'ai quelques idées prècises
On peut faire un bon truc pour moi c'est cool pour moi ça y est j'déboule
Je pense que pour le sujet il n'y aura pas de problème
J'a déjà noté quelques phrases sur feuille j'sais que tu fais de même
Et peut-être qu'on écrit les même après tout le malin joue
La même pièce partout chaque fois il change de scène c'est tout
On doit subir les mêmes préjugés la même méfiance
Les mêmes contrôles musclés de merde qui t'gâchent la journée
Le même silence je sais on doit se coltiner les mêmes cons qui n'aiment que la
Main culte
Et ceux qui pour un billet de cent sans regret te buttent je lutte
Mais la certitude persiste triste constat m'incite à rester incisif pour pas que
Je ramolisse
Je le dois à ceux qui m'ont fait et ceux qui font ce que j'suis
Un chroniqueur d'époque un observateur un narrateur féroce
Je peins des tranches de vie sur toile crue au couteau
C'est mon taf mec ma fronction mon hiphop mon bastion

This is my letter to a brother
Opinion of another

Daily struggles we all face the same trouble
Remain humble through these stages of life we all grow
It's like the next mans vice may as well be your own
We all share the same globe so let it be known

Je brûle un cierge un d'plus pour un jeune gus un d'plus
Encore un qui ira pas jusqu'au terminus que dire de plus
Les choses arrivent tout le monde proteste mais personne ne bouge et
On regarde sa montre et un surin perce le sol vire au rouge
Et merde tu passes ta vie à vouloir sortir de la nasse
Hélas des coups de crasse affluent la poisse ...
Plein d'vices j'ouvre l'oil le bon fils et j'm'exprime avant qu'on m'opprime
Je rime je rime j'apporte ma pierre à l'édifice fils
Facile ... faut que tu bosses mec les choses
Se gagnent pas comme ça faut que tu oses mec en bas il y a pas de hasard
Y a des envieux des jeunes qui touchent à tous les jeux dangereux
Et s'ils sonst chanceux après deux trois pétards ils rêveront à mieux
Pendant c'temos là les mères frisent la crise et les bizz
N'arrangent rien quand la grande porte grise se referme
On se retrouve sans les siens
Son sang qu'on le sente dans mes écrits c'est ce que je sais faire
Croisir le fer avec l'esprit j'espère être pris pour être compris

Ich sitz im no sé studio und cypher mit jo
Zwei mc's bi-lingo doch eine vision
Wir teilen die liebe zu rap beschreiben situation'
"Die vernunft spricht leise" gib ihm ein mikrofon
Iam sind rapikon nicht weit weil sie platin ging'
Sondern das leben der rakai teilen daran partizipieren
Die wahrheit besingen in den geschichten die ihr leben schreibt
Und arglist ans licht bringt bei jeder gelegenheit
Ich bin nicht aus'm banlieue wohn' eher schön
Bin nicht vom tod umgeben doch wurd' erzogen hinzusehn'
Die welt nicht hinzunehm' während unrecht passiert
Schnell lebst du deinem ego und bist uninteressiert
Gibst deine stimme zur wahl und meinst du kannst jetzt verstummen
Wir brechen die omerta noch ist schweigegeld nicht landeswährung
Nimm das als erklärung warum wir briefe wechseln
Iam und fk stehn für progressive texte

This is my letter to a brother
Opinion of another

Daily struggles we all face the same trouble
Remain humble through these stages of life we all grow
It's like the next mans vice may as well be your own
We all share the same globe so let it be known

Let's connect combine zones whether by letter or phone
Let it be known together we can weather the storm
Heads bond no matter where the brethren roam
It's hiphop top contenders all get along

Letter Exchange / Briefwechsel

Hey Shurik'n, first off, greetings from Débo in Lausanne
She gave me this address, hope the letter arrives
Are you back in Marseille? I heard the tour was long
Attached is a beat, maybe we can make a tune together
We're working on the new record at Don's place
A nice Studio One setup, it'd be cool if you came
Maybe in January, shortly after Hanukkah
Four will pay for the ticket, Günne is handling the business with Fabien
The concept is letter exchange, and since you also tend to write figuratively
I'd rather not say too much about the message
Stuttgart isn't Marseille, but people share destinies
The same stigmas, the same politics, along with the same rituals
One fights their daily battles, trapped in their own world
Quickly, the horizon becomes nothing more than the rim of one's own plate
Shurik'n, I hope you have visions for this
Let me know soon, write back, greetings Max

Yo Max, I received your letter, I have some precise ideas
We can make something good, for me it's cool, I'm on my way
I think for the subject there won't be a problem
I already noted some lines on paper, I know you do the same
And maybe we even write the same ones, after all, the devil plays
The same play everywhere, he just changes the scenery, that's all
We have to endure the same prejudices, the same mistrust
The same shitty muscle-flexing controls that ruin your day
The same silence, I know we have to deal with the same idiots who only love the
Cult of money
And those who, for a hundred-dollar bill, would kill you without regret, I struggle
But the certainty persists, the sad observation encourages me to stay incisive so that I don't
Go soft
I owe it to those who made me and those who make me who I am
A chronicler of the times, an observer, a fierce narrator
I paint slices of life on raw canvas with a knife
It's my job, man, my function, my hip-hop, my bastion

This is my letter to a brother
Opinion of another

Daily struggles we all face the same trouble
Remain humble through these stages of life we all grow
It's like the next man's vice may as well be your own
We all share the same globe so let it be known

I burn a candle, one more, for another young guy
Another one who won't make it to the terminus, what more can be said
Things happen, everyone protests but nobody moves and
We look at our watch and a blade pierces the ground, turning red
And damn, you spend your life trying to get out of the net
Alas, dirty blows and bad luck flow ...
Full of vices, I open my eyes, the good son, and I express myself before I'm oppressed
I rhyme, I rhyme, I bring my stone to the building, son
Easy ... you gotta work, man, things
Aren't earned just like that, you gotta dare, man, down there there's no such thing as chance
There are envious people, young people who touch all the dangerous games
And if they're lucky, after two or three firecrackers, they'll dream of better
Meanwhile, mothers are on the verge of a crisis and the business
Don't help when the big grey door closes
We find ourselves without our loved ones
Their blood, let it be felt in my writings, that's what I know how to do
To cross swords with the mind, I hope to be caught to be understood

I'm sitting in the No Sé studio, cyphering with Jo
Two MCs, bi-lingual, but one vision
We share the love for rap, describing situations
"Reason speaks softly," give him a microphone
IAM are rap icons, not because they went platinum
But because they share the life of the Rakai, participate in it
They sing the truth in the stories their lives write
And bring malice to light at every opportunity
I'm not from the banlieue, I live rather well
I'm not surrounded by death, but I was raised to see
Not to accept the world while injustice happens
Quickly you live for your ego and become uninterested
You give your vote and think you can now be silent
We break the omerta, hush money is not yet the national currency
Take this as an explanation why we exchange letters
IAM and FK stand for progressive lyrics

This is my letter to a brother
Opinion of another

Daily struggles we all face the same trouble
Remain humble through these stages of life we all grow
It's like the next man's vice may as well be your own
We all share the same globe so let it be known

Let's connect, combine zones, whether by letter or phone
Let it be known, together we can weather the storm
Heads bond, no matter where the brethren roam
It's hip-hop, top contenders all get along