Текст и перевод песни HIFI Banda - Noc Nie Daje Snu

Noc Nie Daje Snu

Przez co nie mozemy zasnac
Gdy lysy ksiezyc patrzy na miasto
Nie da nam zamknac oczu przed wschodem slonca
Nie da nam poczuc ukojenia w zmeczonych kosciach
Tak jak sasiad z dolu nie sypia odkad
Jego corka zjadla krazka i skoczyla przez okno
A syn, gdzies daleko, nie moze spac dlatego
Bo mysli o ojczyznie, a musi zarabiac euro
Podczas, gdy w kraju jego brat tez nie spi po nocach
Ma zajecie, wlasnie kradnie radio z Lanosa
W tym momencie, jego zona wyrwana ze snu
Placzem dziecka, ktore jej jedynym zrodlem szczescia
Tyle, ze ojcem jest kolezka, zwykly bandzior.
Dal jej wtedy sto piecdziesiat, zeby nie dala mu zasnac
I nie zasnal, nawet oka nie zmruzyl na moment
Bo od kilkunastu godzin mial na kacie glowe
Miesiac potem nie mogl spac, pekalo mu serce
Pierwsza noc dwudziestu pieciu lat na Bialolece
Cale szczescie, jestem tutaj, gdzie jestem
I nie moge spac, piszac o zyciu w moim miescie
Godzina zero, srodmiescie, przejscie
Pasy i pisk, rodzinny terror, bo smierc
Jest jak klapsy na pysk
Bez zadnej szansy, koniec historii znasz sam
Tak Kawasaki zawijal dwojke dzieciakow na start
Pozniej latarnie i szklo, szansa jest marna,
Jak chcesz szukac ich nog, albo rak, to raczej dno
Zobacz, obok kolezka wali radio z Lanosa,

I na smierc sie zaklina, ze kurwa nic nie widzial
Jego zona na nogach bierze mu szmate
Do tego dochodzi trzecia na bladzie
On na kwadracie, uczciwie przeglada fotki gdzies na aparacie
Co go ma od kolezki, co zawinal wczoraj go na drugi swiat
Mial na kacie glowe
Sto piecdziesiat w kielni, dal jej sto piecdziesiat
Zeby byc spokojniejszym
Ona jak ona jest przyzwyczajona
Do tych co wpadaja kiedy chca, jak maja pare zlotych
Jego orgazm przerwal dziecka krzyk i widok psow
To jedna z tych historii, ktore nie uwzgledniaja snu
Nie moge spac, wstaje, wychodze z domu
Jak Sokus z piatka zawinieta blent
Mijam niebieskich, ide
Mijam tych, co chca butelki zamienic na chleb
I tak ida niosac swoj niewielki bagaz gdzies
Mamy pod stopami dokladnie ten sam chodnik
Ale to mnie niesie echo ich historii
Miga mi swiat przed oczami, jak zolte swiatla na slupach
To liga gigantow, liga tych, co zamiast swiat mowia dupa
Widzialem wiecej krzywdy w domu, niz poza nim
Ale to nie jest opcja, Boze pozal sie nad nim
To nie pozar, ktory pozarl wszystkich bliskich mi
Zebym plakal nad ich losem, albo poszedl w dym
Jedni, nie moga spac, musza kombinowac krasc
Inni chca dilowac, zeby jutro moc spokojnie spac
Ja nie musze nic, choc moge wszystko i nic
Moge lezec tu jak oni, albo moge wstac i isc!

Sleepless Night

What keeps us from falling asleep
When the bald moon gazes upon the city
It won't let us close our eyes before the sunrise
Won't let us find solace in our weary bones
Just like the neighbor downstairs hasn't slept since
His daughter took a pill and jumped out the window
And his son, far away, can't sleep because
He thinks of his homeland, but has to earn euros
While in his country, his brother also stays up at night
He's busy, stealing a radio from a Lanos
At this moment, his wife is startled from sleep
By the cry of her child, her only source of happiness
Except the father is a buddy, just a gangster.
He gave her a hundred and fifty then, so she wouldn't let him sleep
And he didn't sleep, didn't even close his eyes for a moment
Because for the past few hours, he had a gun to his head
A month later, he couldn't sleep, his heart was breaking
The first night of twenty-five years in Bialoleka
It's a good thing, I'm here, where I am
And I can't sleep, writing about life in my city
Zero hour, downtown, crosswalk
Screech and screams, family terror, because death
Is like slaps to the face
No chance, you know the end of the story yourself
That's how Kawasaki wrapped two kids up at the start
Later, lampposts and glass, the chance is slim,
If you want to look for their legs or arms, it's the bottom of the barrel
Look, next to him, a buddy is stealing a radio from a Lanos,

And swears to death that he didn't see a damn thing
His wife, on her feet, takes a rag from him
On top of that, the third one is on drugs
He's high, honestly looking through pictures somewhere on a camera
Which he got from a friend, who yesterday took him to the other world
He had a gun to his head
A hundred and fifty in his pocket, he gave her a hundred and fifty
To be calmer
She, as she is, is used to it
To those who come in whenever they want, if they have a few bucks
His orgasm was interrupted by a child's scream and the sight of cops
It's one of those stories that don't consider sleep
I can't sleep, I get up, I leave the house
Like Sokus with a five wrapped blunt
I pass the cops, I keep going
I pass those who want to exchange bottles for bread
And so they go, carrying their small luggage somewhere
We have the exact same pavement under our feet
But the echo of their stories carries me
The world flashes before my eyes, like yellow lights on poles
This is a league of giants, a league of those who say "ass" instead of "world"
I've seen more harm at home than outside of it
But that's not an option, God have mercy on him
It's not a fire that consumed all my loved ones
For me to cry over their fate, or go up in smoke
Some, can't sleep, have to scheme and steal
Others want to deal, so they can sleep peacefully tomorrow
I don't need anything, although I can have everything and nothing
I can lie here like them, or I can get up and go!