Jau-tā-jums (pied. Žaks) - Gustavo перевод на английский

Jau-tā-jums (pied. Žaks)

Es pieceļos no rīta, izkāpju ārā no gultas,
Saģērbjos, nomazgājos.
Izeju ārā no mājas, apeju ap
Stūri
Nostājos pieturā, ar smaidu uz sejas, bet tur vienmēr
Atrodas kāds vecais, dēļ kura man tas smaids no sejas
Pazūd...

1 pants:
Iekāp sabiedriskā transportā uzreiz visi pagriežas un
Lupī.
Un ko lupī, tik tupi?
It kā jūs visi tauriņi, a es starp jums krupis.
Ir jau izspiedušies pupi,
Bet nav vēl izaugts līdz knupim.
Es gribēju teikt, ka daudziem zināšanu līmenis ir zems
Visā, kas saistās ar šo dzīves veidu.
Lai ar' ko es teiktu,
Daudzi grib, lai es beigtu
Runāt šīs lietas, kas it kā nav pie vienas vietas.
Bet, tomēr nav pieņemts par tām tā klaigāt,
Jo visiem ir skaidrs, ka dzīvojam mēs grūtā laikā.
Un tagad nevienam nav viegli, to teikt bija lieki.
Varbūt, bet jūtu, ka grib kļūt kā spiegi,
Pasažieri, kuri man aiz muguras bakstās.
Saviem tukliem pirkstiem rāda,
Slēpjot emocijas lāda,
Beržās un apkārt lokās,
Bet es taču visu redzu, jo bļa ir atspulgs taj' logā.
Kā saka, daļa taisnības ir katrā jokā.
Es turu savu pildspalvu labajā rokā,
Kura pārvērš manu taisnību pa pusei jokā,
Tas ir kā pieradums no kura tā pagrūtāk nokāpt.

Te
Ir mums no Gustavo jautājums.(Vai tam tā ir jābūt?)
Derētu par to padomāt visiem jums.(Vai tam visam tā ir
Jābūt, ko?)

Šitais tā kā būtu paziņojums visai manai tautai,
Savulaik gānītai, izsūtītai, šautai.
Te nu mēs esam tas pats es tie paši jūs,
Tikai ārēji būs viss mazliet mainījies.
Sūds par to.
Galvenais, lai pēc nopelniem tiek,
Tam, kurš zem maniem darbiem savus parakstus liek.
Kurš tas ir tu jautāji?
Es par aktieri viņu saukāju
Un turpmāk viens pats bez viņa braukāju
Ar dziesmu pa dzīvi,
Krustām, šķērsām, tā ka noklusēts netiek nekas.
Teiksim, tas ka "Fact" turas kopā daudz švakāk nekā
Agrāk,
Bet tas pavisam cits stāsts.
Un aiziet!

Te
Ir mums no Gustavo jautājums.(Vai tam tā ir jābūt?)
Derētu par to padomāt visiem jums.(Vai tam visam tā ir
Jābut, ko?)

Tie, kuri nav ar ielu netīrību samaitāti
Tikai televizorā redz vardarbīgo realitāti,
Kamēr neskatās māte, vēl to var lasīt presē.
Radio ir tīrs, jo tur visus dresē.
No 10 stacijām 8 ir cenzētas.
Skaidrs, arī tur ir rupjas kļūdas redzētas,
Bet kopsummā masu mēdijos tas parādās virspusēji.
Jā 60 gadu laikā riktīgi ierūsēja
Vēlme uztvert lietas tādas, kādas tās ir.
Par to šaj' gabalā arī mans stāsts ir.
Te ir mums...
Paga', stop viens piemērs,
Tā vai savādāk tas nostrādā vienmēr.
Vidēji vienā manā dziesmā aptuveni 500 vārdu birst
No kuriem jūs dzirdat maksimums 3:
Bļadj, nahuj, dirst un tas arī viss.
Jūs esat gatavi mūs lamāt un gatavi mūs sist.
Un kā mēs varam šeit ar divu mazu bērnu māti
Runāt par jebkāda veida objektivitāti,
Par to kādi mums ir vārdu krājumi krāti,
Mūsu mūzikas gaumi un tiem mūsu uzskatiem,
Par to, ka vardarbība dziesmās tas ir normāli, redzi?
Jūs mums pišaties klāt tikai formalitātes pēc.

Te
Ir mums no Gustavo jautājums.(Vai tam tā ir jābūt?)
Derētu par to padomāt visiem jums.(Vai tam visam tā ir
Jābut, ko?)

Just Like That (feat. Jacques)

I wake up in the morning, get out of bed,
Get dressed, wash up.
I leave the house, walk around the
Corner
I stand at the bus stop, with a smile on my face, but there's always
Some old guy there, who makes that smile disappear from my face
...

Verse 1:
I get on public transport, everyone turns around and
Stares.
And what are you staring at, so stupidly?
As if you're all butterflies, and I'm a toad among you.
Boobs have already squeezed out,
But haven't grown up to a pacifier yet.
I wanted to say that many people have a low level of knowledge
In everything related to this way of life.
Whatever I say,
Many want me to stop
Talking about these things that are supposedly out of place.
But, still, it's not accepted to shout about them like that,
Because it's clear to everyone that we live in difficult times.
And now it's not easy for anyone, it was unnecessary to say that.
Maybe, but I feel like they want to become spies,
Passengers who are poking behind my back.
Pointing with their empty fingers,
Hiding emotions, they load,
Rubbing and circling around,
But I see everything, because there's a reflection in the window, damn it.
As they say, there's some truth in every joke.
I hold my pen in my right hand,
Which turns my truth into a half-joke,
It's like a habit that's hard to get off of.

Here
We have a question from Gustavo. (Should it be like this?)
You should all think about it. (Should all this be like this,
What?)

This would be like an announcement to all my people,
Once persecuted, deported, shot.
Here we are, it's the same me, the same you,
Only outwardly everything will have changed a little.
Fuck it.
The main thing is to get what you deserve,
To the one who puts his signatures under my works.
Who is it, you asked?
I called him an actor
And from now on, I ride alone without him
With a song through life,
Criss-cross, so that nothing is left unsaid.
Let's say, the fact that "Fact" is holding together much weaker than
Before,
But that's a whole other story.
And let's go!

Here
We have a question from Gustavo. (Should it be like this?)
You should all think about it. (Should all this be like this,
What?)

Those who are not spoiled by street dirt
Only see violent reality on TV,
While mother is not watching, you can still read about it in the press.
Radio is clean, because everyone is trained there.
Out of 10 stations, 8 are censored.
Of course, there have also been gross errors seen there,
But overall, it appears superficially in the mass media.
Yes, in 60 years, it really rusted
The desire to perceive things as they are.
That's what my story in this piece is about.
Here we have...
Wait, stop, one example,
One way or another, it always works.
On average, about 500 words pour out in one of my songs
Of which you hear a maximum of 3:
Fuck, damn, shit, and that's it.
You are ready to scold us and you are ready to beat us.
And how can we, with a mother of two small children,
Talk about any kind of objectivity,
About what kind of vocabularies we have stored,
Our musical tastes and those of our views,
About the fact that violence in songs is normal, see?
You only cling to us for formality's sake.

Here
We have a question from Gustavo. (Should it be like this?)
You should all think about it. (Should all this be like this,
What?)