Текст и перевод песни Johannes Brahms feat. Berliner Philharmoniker & Herbert von Karajan - Hungarian Dance No.5 In G Minor, WoO 1 (Orchestrated By Albert Parlow)

Hungarian Dance No.5 In G Minor, WoO 1 (Orchestrated By Albert Parlow)

بودم سیزده تو خیابونا قفل رپ دایی
لاشخورا پر میزدن دور من گاهی
بره بودم تو لباس گرگ و
بیدار میشد تووم گرگ گهگاهی
نابغه نمی سازه مخش کلیشه
سمیه این شعرا سوبر نمیشه
مخش میره اونجا که مخت نمیره
دست روی ماشه هیچ موقع دودل نمیشه
فکر تک میاد از این مغز شلوغ
روهاف من بودیم ما ا قبل بلوغ
چی میگن این فنچای دست به دودول
خشی بیارم پایین برات فک کدوم
زیاده بینمون فاصله عزیزم
چس ناله خونی و من شاعر مریضم
خیلی کار داره تا بشه حریفم
بارداره شعرام میشن حامله ضعیفه ان
دیوونه ام هر کاری فکرت نی میکنم
لیوانو بردار سک بریز میخورم
میگی زندگیت رویائیه ولی
من دارم رویامو زندگی میکنم
ناموسا پرچما پایینن
ناموسا همه رو مالیدم
ناموسا هشتمو چاقیدم
ناموسا بد رپو گایی
دم
ناموسا ناموسا ناموسا

Hungarian Dance No.5 In G Minor, WoO 1 (Orchestrated By Albert Parlow)

I was thirteen, locked in the streets, rapping like an uncle.
Sometimes, vultures would swarm around me.
I was a sheep in wolf's clothing, and
the wolf would wake up inside me sometimes.
A genius doesn't build his mind on cliches.
These poems of yours can't be called super.
My mind goes where yours doesn't.
My finger never hesitates on the trigger.
Thoughts come single file from this busy mind.
We were rogues before puberty.
What are these finches with their hands on their crotches saying?
Which thought should I bring down for you?
There's a big distance between us, my dear.
You're moaning and I'm a sick poet.
It takes a lot for someone to become my rival.
My poems are pregnant, they become weak mothers.
I'm crazy, I do anything you can't imagine.
Take the glass, pour some whiskey, I'll drink it.
You say your life is a dream, but
I'm living my dream.
Honestly, the flags are down.
Honestly, I've rubbed it in everyone's face.
Honestly, I've fattened up the eighth.
Honestly, you're a bad rapper.
Stop.
Honestly, honestly, honestly.