Текст и перевод песни Kezzo - Izdırap

Izdırap

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Herkese farklı eser rüzgar, kanadını kırdı kuşun küstah.
Ateşini yaktı bedenini poyraz ama kafa karışık sanki Hindistan.
Kim çaylak söyle kim mestah alnıma yazıldı bir destan
Alkole sarıldı Kezz pişman ama huzur vermiyor ki insan.
İster yakın ister fizan beat ver derim bana yok diyisan
Doğusu batısı tam 4 lisan konuşurum sakın alay etmiyisan
Beni bencil san ister evcil san masumu katlet kinciyi sağ
[?] Sonra afrikalıya et yok diyisan
Dünya adil mi?
Kimin et kimi pirince talimdi Para güzel
Kadın çok narindi sana merso bize bir faça şahindi
Kaleme ters olanı yazan haindir geceler şahittir buna
Heceler bariz kan kusar öldürülen yiğide aittir hak
Fahili meçhul kumpas her yolumuz dik rampa Tok
Gözümüz yok kanka dedik sırt çantamız evimiz oldu zor
Ateşi harlıyor diline damlıyor hayat kafanı darlıyor.

Yakanda bu dertler var elimdeyse ızdırap
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Yakanda bu dertler var elimdeyse ızdırap
Kafamsa zoom sokak benimle daha derinde bak

Savaş kimine bir dert, kimine bi zevk, kimi de buna nefer
Gel ber yanaş sokaktan ders al hayat acımasız zaman işlemiyor ters
Çatlak kulağına ders olur en dip
Hertz sonu ona para bana beatleri ver,
Ara sıra hüzün acı arasıra sert ölümüne yeraltı ölümüne mert,
Dur yavaş her yerde serseriler var kafa yapıları bakış açıları pek dar
Apaçık hedef olur o başına gacıma
Pak açık kıçına bide diyor bu da neyin aracı kayın yana bada
Rapin asıl amacını unutup yazamayan o bayımlara
Bütün zalımlara buda pause bize her kaldırım taşı house.

Yakanda bu dertler var elimdeyse ızdırap
Kafamsa zoom sokak benimle daha derinde bak

Yakanda bu dertler var elimdeyse ızdırap
Kafamsa zoom sokak benimle daha derinde bak

Agony

These troubles are on my neck, and I have agony in my hand

My mind is zooming, the streets are with me, look deeper

These troubles are on my neck, and I have agony in my hand

My mind is zooming, the streets are with me, look deeper

Wind makes different creations for everyone, it broke the bird's wing, the insolent one.
The north wind lit its fire, its body, but the mind is confused, like India.
Who's a novice, who's an experienced one? A legend is written on my forehead
Kezzo turned to alcohol, regretful, but it doesn't bring peace to a person.
If you want near or far, tell me to give you a beat, if you say no
I speak exactly 4 languages, don't you dare make fun of me
Call me selfish if you want, or tame, kill the innocent, spare the spiteful
[?] Then to the African, no meat, if you say no
Is the world fair?
Whose meat, whose rice was sacrificed? Money is beautiful
Women were so graceful, a Mercedes for you, a knife for us like a falcon
A traitor who writes what is contrary to the pen, nights are the witness to this
The syllables obviously vomit blood, the right belongs to the murdered warrior
There's no suspect, the compass is a plot, every road is a steep slope, full
We said, "We don't care, buddy," our backpacks became our homes, it's hard
The fire is raging, it drips into your tongue, life is squeezing your head.

These troubles are on your neck, and I have agony in my hand
My mind is zooming, the streets are with me, look deeper

These troubles are on your neck, and I have agony in my hand
My mind is zooming, the streets are with me, look deeper

For some, war is grief, for some, it's a pleasure, and for some, a conscript
Come here, learn from the streets, life is cruel, time doesn't work in reverse
Cracked ears will learn a lesson at the bottom
Hertz's end is money for him, give me the beats,
Sometimes sadness, sometimes pain, sometimes harsh, deadly underground, deadly brave,
Stop, slow down, there are hooligans everywhere, their mindsets and perspectives are very narrow
It becomes an obvious target, on my head to my beauty
Wide open on your butt, and you're saying, "What's this vehicle? Marry me, give me a kiss"
For those simpletons who forget the real purpose of rap and are unable to write
To all the oppressors, this is pause, every sidewalk stone is house to us.

These troubles are on your neck, and I have agony in my hand
My mind is zooming, the streets are with me, look deeper

These troubles are on your neck, and I have agony in my hand
My mind is zooming, the streets are with me, look deeper