Текст и перевод песни Kezzo - Nakarat Lazımsa

Nakarat Lazımsa

İsterdim güzel şeyler yazmak ben
Pek öyle değildi gördüklerim
Ben tekin olsam da sokak öyle değildi
Sövdüklerim rahat, çürük vicdanları bayat çünkü

En iyi onlar bilir yalandan hiç kimsenin ölmediğini
Olmamış bir meyve kadar sert
Köşe başında içtiğim o viski kadar sek zaman
İnsansa tek damarlı derdi seks olan

Ve dinle dezenfekte falan filan
Kanıma enjekte şişenin dibine kalan (lan!)
Renkler gri man; Akla karayı bul!
Çek, çıkar bu kaldırım taşından, harbi zaferi bul!
Terazi dengesiz kalınca savaş çıkartırmış kul silahla

Her gün gelen emrin adı vurmuş hiç inanma
Bi' bok çıktı düz tabanlar
Artışta faşizmin de korkakları varmış
Kez'se turbo dizel dik yokuşda
Çözerim adamı tek bakışda

Doğmamış oğluma tek bi' nasihatım var:
"Sakın yere yapışma!"

Nakarat lazımsa gelir Kezo
Yaşıyarak yazdım bunu sözüm ona şahidim ol
Derin bi' his o
Yazamamak big props değil kağıdımın katili bu

Denizin en büyük faizi kum
Kezzo sokakların şairi
Acıma varoş da şahidi vur!
Yetim çığlıkları bariz

Bizde bir ve iki, onlar üçe demiş three
Doğru evrenselse bana bi' göster yanlış nerdeki?
Gözüne inmiş perde ki altın olmuş şerdeki
Sen yukar'dayken ner'den bil'ce'nki nasıl yerdeki?

Siktir! Kızlar zar dediğini kocaya diktirir
Kilit takılmış olan şeyler dalda yasak meyvedir
Velhasıl aslı fesata kesat yoksa hayli kabarık hesaplar
Boş bu kitaplar, nedeni tonla tezat var

İster inan, ister inanma
Hayat bu beste kadar hoş bi' yalan çıkar dudaktan
Kesinti yoktu sanan salaklar ve dayalı döşeli evler
Mercedes'den inip kendini bulursun 303 son durakta

Okyanusta kulaçlar maskesiz suratlar
Kadar hayal meyel bu denli soyut
Yazmam olay değil, her gün artan fiyatlar
İnanki sorun değil, onlar savaşsın hepsi bizim hevallar

Nakarat lazımsa gelir Kezo
Yaşıyarak yazdım bunu sözüm ona şahidim ol
Derin bi' his o
Yazamamak big props değil kağıdımın katili bu

Denizin en büyük faizi kum
Kezzo sokakların şairi
Acıma varoş da şahidi vur!
Yetim çığlıkları bariz

Nakarat lazımsa gelir Kezo
Yaşıyarak yazdım bunu sözüm ona şahidim ol
Derin bi' his o
Yazamamak big props değil kağıdımın katili bu

Denizin en büyük faizi kum
Kezzo sokakların şairi
Acıma varoş da şahidi vur!
Yetim çığlıkları bariz

If You Need a Chorus

I wished I could write about beautiful things
But what I saw wasn't quite like that
Even though I was clean, the streets weren't
The ones I cursed were comfortable, their rotten consciences stale

They know best that no one ever died from lies
Hard as an unripe fruit
Time as straight as that whiskey I drank on the corner
A human with only one vein, whose only concern is sex

And listen, disinfect this and that
Inject into my blood what's left at the bottom of the bottle (damn!)
Colors are gray, man; find black and white!
Pull, get out of this sidewalk stone, find true victory!
When the scales are unbalanced, the servant starts a war with weapons

The order that comes every day is to shoot, never believe
Flat-footed fools came out of nowhere
Fascism also has its cowards on the rise
Kez is a turbo diesel on a steep hill
I solve the man with just one look

I have only one piece of advice for my unborn son:
"Don't ever stick to the ground!"

If you need a chorus, Kezo will come
I wrote this by living it, so to speak, be my witness
It's a deep feeling
Not being able to write isn't big props, it's the killer of my paper

The sea's biggest interest is sand
Kezzo is the poet of the streets
Don't pity, the ghetto is also a witness, shoot!
Orphan screams are obvious

We said one and two, they said three
If truth is universal, show me where the wrong is
The veil has come down over your eyes, what's in evil has become gold
When you're up there, how will you know what it's like on the ground?

Damn! Girls make their husbands pay for what they call virginity
Things that are locked are forbidden fruit on the branch
In short, the original is corrupt, if not, the bills are quite high
These books are empty, the reason is there are tons of contradictions

Believe it or not
Life is as sweet a lie as this song coming from the lips
Idiots who thought there were no interruptions and houses with furniture
You get out of the Mercedes and find yourself at the last stop 303

Strokes in the ocean, faces without masks
As much a dream as this is abstract
It's not a matter of my writing, prices are rising every day
Believe me, it's not a problem, let them all fight, they're all our homies

If you need a chorus, Kezo will come
I wrote this by living it, so to speak, be my witness
It's a deep feeling
Not being able to write isn't big props, it's the killer of my paper

The sea's biggest interest is sand
Kezzo is the poet of the streets
Don't pity, the ghetto is also a witness, shoot!
Orphan screams are obvious

If you need a chorus, Kezo will come
I wrote this by living it, so to speak, be my witness
It's a deep feeling
Not being able to write isn't big props, it's the killer of my paper

The sea's biggest interest is sand
Kezzo is the poet of the streets
Don't pity, the ghetto is also a witness, shoot!
Orphan screams are obvious