Текст и перевод песни Killa Fonic - Somnambul

Somnambul

Beau codeina nu simt nici o vina,
Torn pana maine cu sprite combin bai,
Beau ca imi alina durerea din mine mami,
Tot ce zic amin mami somnambul nu visez mami.
Ala care o sa sune la garda o sa piara,
Jumatate din motaneii astia o sa ceara,
Mila bag p, bag pa nici o mila,
Ei nu merita in pa mea mi-e sila,
Am momente cand ma incearca si asi scoate AK-ul,
Am momente cand as iesi pe strada sa va aud,
Cum tipati la mama voastra ajutor si apoi sa-plaud,
Nici un risc nici o teama ca sunt conectat hmmm si da ma laud,
Am un 8 milimetri scuipa ungureste,
Am 8 tarfe de la concerte nimeni nu ma opreste,
Pune mana pe telefon suna-ti fetele fato,
Alte detalii doar in privat pe chat fato,
Brrp de milioane pe concerte aproape fara album,
Brrp de milioane pe luna vin doar pe haine,
Bile nu mai dau de mult ca o s-o dau la radio tare,
Bile nu mai dau de mult facem sute de milioane,
Mama stii ca acum ma duc tare cum ma imbrac ha,
Apas pedala in hip hop de parca am Pontiac,
Nu am momente cand ma simt suprem cioara,
Da' sunt mai mult decat se vede tata,
Lumina lui Ramses o aduc indata,
Ce deschid ochii lumina imaculata,
Dar Lama se crapa si tot fin e fata,
Se fute cu femele crocodili mama,
Direct in capela mortilor si viilor,
Cu un tata surogat pe care il dezgrop,
Si ma intorc la ale noastre din bloc,
Torn c' asta in pahar si dau foc,
Torn c' asta lichid il fac mov,
Torn c' asta de sirop inca pot.

Somnambulist

I drink codeine with no guilt, baby,
I'll sip with sprite till tomorrow, my lady,
I drink to ease my pain, mommy,
All I'm saying, baby, I'm sleepwalking, not dreaming.
Anyone who calls the cops will disappear,
Half of these n***s will beg,
I give no mercy, no pity,
They don't deserve it, my lady, they disgust me,
There are times when I'm tempted to pull out my AK,
Times when I want to go out and hear you,
Scream for help from your mother and then applaud,
No risk, no fear because I'm connected, hmm, and yes, I boast,
I have an 8-millimeter that spits Hungarian,
I have 8 b***hes from concerts, nobody can stop me,
Get on the phone and call your girls, baby,
More details only in private chat, baby,
Millions on concerts, almost without an album,
Millions every month, just from my clothes,
I don't give out tickets anymore because I'm going to blast it on the radio loud,
I don't give out tickets anymore, we're making hundreds of millions,
Mom, you know I'm going hard now, how I dress, huh,
I hit the gas in hip-hop like I'm in a Pontiac,
There are no times when I feel supreme, my dear,
But I'm more than meets the eye, baby,
The light of Ramses, I'll bring it soon,
When I open my eyes, the light immaculate,
But the blade breaks, and the lady still looks fine,
She f***s with female crocodiles, my lady,
Straight into the chapel of the dead and the living,
With a surrogate father I dig up,
And I come back to our block,
I pour this into a glass and light it up,
I pour this liquid, I make it purple,
I pour this syrup, I still can.