Текст и перевод песни Kalash - Mwaka Story

Mwaka Story

Man ja menen vié vi dé vi ke wou pa konnèt
Manti baw sa key tro malonèt
Vand' drog à la ke de tourist ou ja konnèt
An pa ka vanté mwen an pa bizwen sa
Pou fé an album an sav an lo bizwen sa
Ou sé l'egzanp de soti d'en ba
Rivé lwen pli lwen ki véranda
Mandé mwen poukwa yo anvi tchouyé mwen
Simplement paske fanm'yo vlé doué mwen
Ou ka fè bande a part, sa an ni kom' appart' ka riské de baw l'envie soucé mwen (salop')
Man konèt ki koulè la linn lè ou ka domi dèwo
Tou piti man fé an chwa de vie ki fé koulé toute larme a manman

A pa paske wou ka vanté lari ke ou konèt lari mié ki mwen
Man wé dé frè ka venn zanmi pou an pute ou pou an fwoin
Palé de trap manman'w ka galéré kon malérèz tout' la jounin
Sa ka sèviw a ki sa, ou sé an salop et point
Lari sal lari vé lari mové
Lari tris' lari plein diab' ka tounin
Lari piège ka fèw kwè ké ou ka brillé
Nom'aw kon trophée

Passé de ménage en ménage, on aménage on déménage
Divorce invisible, belle mère difficile
Rêve de fusillade, j'rêvais d'homicide
Beau papa à la main légère, moindre occasion j'lui nique sa mère
Couteau qui vole dans le salon, je vais planter ce pédé, faire couler son sang
Maman connait ma folie, fidèle a toi jusqu'à jamais
Du mal sur toi on m'aura dit, tirer sur eux oui je suis prêt
Traumatisé par une vie sans repère, j'ai connu la rue j'en ai fait une belle mère
Je t'aime mon amour, à jamais à toujours

A pa paske wou ka vanté lari ke ou konèt lari mié ki mwen
Man wé dé frè ka venn zanmi pou an pute ou pou an fwoin
Palé de trap manman'w ka galéré kon malérèz tout' la jounin
Sa ka sèviw a ki sa, ou sé an salop et point
Lari sal lari vé lari mové
Lari tris' lari plein diab' ka tounin
Lari piège ka fèw kwè ké ou ka brillé
Nom'aw kon trophée

Bal ka pété man la ka mô ri, talè nou ka dessenn' an swaré
Mwen abô moto kon an momi, tchad an ja tchad an pa ka souri
Rivé adan man bizwen goumin, fizil ka baw envie déconé
Salop ka wine sa yo ka mouillé, kon sa an ja koké bon cochoni
Le lendemain tet' mwen ka tounin, man pa ka bien sonjé tou sa man fè
Sang anlé soulier mwen ja seché, dwèt ni an piti ki pran an kout' fè
Bondié sauvé mwen plizié fwa, man pa réalisé
Manman'w ka pèd fwa, fô pa'ou dramatizé

A pa paske wou ka vanté lari ke ou konèt lari mié ki mwen
Man wé dé frè ka venn zanmi pou an pute ou pou an fwoin
Palé de trap manman'w ka galéré kon malérèz tout' la jounin
Sa ka sèviw a ki sa, ou sé an salop et point
Lari sal lari vé lari mové
Lari tris' lari plein diab' ka tounin
Lari piège ka fèw kwè ké ou ka brillé
Nom'aw kon trophée

Lari sal lari vé lari mové
Lari trist lari plein diab' ka tounin
La ri piège ka few kwè ké ou ka brillé, ké ou ka brillé
Lari sal lari vé lari mové
Lari trist lari plein diab' ka tounin
Lari sal lari aah
Forgress

Mwaka Story

Man, I've seen things, done things you wouldn't believe.
Seen things so wrong, so dishonest.
Sold drugs on the corner to tourists, you know the type.
I'm not bragging, baby, I don't need to.
To make an album, I know what it takes.
You're the example of coming from nothing
To reach further than the porch.
You ask me why they want to touch me
Simply because the women want me.
You, you're in your own lane. My thing, my own thing, might make you want to worry about me (bastard).
I know what color the moon is when you sleep outside.
From a young age, I made life choices that made my mama cry.

Just because you brag about the street doesn't mean you know the street better than me.
I've seen brothers betray friends for a woman or for weed.
Talking about trap, your mama's struggling like a wretch all day long.
What good is that to you? You're just a punk, period.
Dirty street, ugly street, bad street.
Sad street, street full of devils turning.
Street of traps, making you think you're shining.
Your name like a trophy.

Going from house to house, we settle, we move.
Invisible divorce, difficult stepmother.
Dreams of shootings, I dreamt of homicide.
Stepfather with a quick hand, slightest opportunity, I'll screw his mother.
Knife flying in the living room, I'll stab this faggot, make his blood flow.
Mama knows my madness, loyal to you forever.
They'll tell me you've been wronged, shoot them, yes, I'm ready.
Haunted by a life without bearings, I knew the street, I made it my stepmother.
I love you, my love, forever and always.

Just because you brag about the street doesn't mean you know the street better than me.
I've seen brothers betray friends for a woman or for weed.
Talking about trap, your mama's struggling like a wretch all day long.
What good is that to you? You're just a punk, period.
Dirty street, ugly street, bad street.
Sad street, street full of devils turning.
Street of traps, making you think you're shining.
Your name like a trophy.

Gunshots ring out, I'm laughing, we'll plan a party later.
I'm on the motorcycle like a mummy, silent, I don't smile.
Arrived where I need to fight, the rifle makes you want to act up.
Bastard's whining, they're getting wet, like I already screwed a good pig.
The next day my head's spinning, I don't remember everything I did.
Blood on my shoes already dried, must've been a kid who got cut.
God saved me many times, I didn't realize.
Your mama's losing it, don't you dramatize.

Just because you brag about the street doesn't mean you know the street better than me.
I've seen brothers betray friends for a woman or for weed.
Talking about trap, your mama's struggling like a wretch all day long.
What good is that to you? You're just a punk, period.
Dirty street, ugly street, bad street.
Sad street, street full of devils turning.
Street of traps, making you think you're shining.
Your name like a trophy.

Dirty street, ugly street, bad street
Sad street, street full of devils turning
Street of traps, making you think you're shining, that you're shining
Dirty street, ugly street, bad street
Sad street, street full of devils turning
Dirty street, aah
Forgress