Текст и перевод песни Glaukoma - Jungle

Jungle

Glaukomatarrak beste behin inna di place
Aitona zaharrak ta gazte baldarrak korrika ihes
Put your best suit on and take out your fears
Estilo berrien beldur haiz? Ni ez!
Blaze up di fayah ta erantzi karetak
Jantzi reggae legez gaztelu honen paretak
Aspertu gara zuetaz, beste behin bagatoz eta
Jungle ta reggae erritmoz beteta

Jungle, jungle, jungle, when the animals appear
Jungle, jungle, jungle, this will stop your tears
Jungle, jungle, jungle, is the sound of the unity
Fighting against this system of calamity
Jungle, jungle, jungle, basotik hirira
Beltzez jantzitako ametsen dizdira
Itzali ezinezko abestien ehiztari
Beti originaltasunaren gerlari

Jungle, jungle, we live in a jungle, jungle
Jungle, jungle, this is a jungle, jungle...

We love it smooth roots reggae
As well, drum&bass and dubstep
Erritmo kirten danak nik ene baitan dauzket
Baserriko marihuana patxaranakin nahastet
Ohianeko hotsak buruan ditudala idaztet
Gaur titularrak doaz aldageletara
Dakarkigun melodia aldaketena da
Oker daude industriaren mapan koordenadak
Haien helburu bakarra diruarena da

Jungle, jungle, jungle...

Glaukomatarrak beste behin inna di place...

Jungle

The Glaukomata are back in the place
Old grandpas and young boys run and flee
Put your best suit on and take out your fears
Are you afraid of new styles? No, not me!
Blaze up the fiyah and burn the square cars
Dress these castle walls like reggae
We are tired of you, we come back again and our
Jungle and reggae rhythms will fill

Jungle, jungle, jungle, when the animals appear
Jungle, jungle, jungle, this will stop your tears
Jungle, jungle, jungle, is the sound of the unity
Fighting against this system of calamity
Jungle, jungle, jungle, from the forest to the city
The splendor of dreams dressed in black
Hunters of songs that cannot be extinguished
Always warriors of originality

Jungle, jungle, we live in a jungle, jungle
Jungle, jungle, this is a jungle, jungle...

We love it smooth roots reggae
As well, drum&bass and dubstep
I have all the sweet rhythms within me
Mixing the farm's marijuana with a little wine
Writing with the sounds of the forest in my head
Today the headlines are going to the changing room
The melody we bring is about the change
The coordinates on the industry map are wrong
Their only goal is money

Jungle, jungle, jungle...

The Glaukomata are back in the place...