Текст и перевод песни Modre Hory feat. Sims & 3ck - Cau Ty Tam

Cau Ty Tam

Čau, ty tam, niekde v ďialke, kam
Teraz neviem dovidieť, ale budiš!
Ako život, ha? Furt toľko smútiš
Za časmi, ktoré si nemohol zažiť?
Žiješ tie štyridsiate roky, na ktoré si toľko myslel,
Keď si mal toľko čo mám teraz ja.
Aké sú štyridsiate roky, ha?
Síce o sto rokov neskôr, ale budiš!
A kokot, a ešte furt neješ mäso?
Ešte si furt ochotný obetovať spánok pre song?
Dúfam, že raz ročne navštevuješ Prešov
A s Janíkom dáš tisíc pív a ráno zhánaš Budiš.
Do reklamky ťa nestiahli ešte furt?
Stále veríš, že ťa prejde chuť,
Ak to má byť na termín? Ak hej, tak big up!
A ženská ťa už ukecala na dcéru a syna?
A furt žerieš Pekove beaty jak vtedy dávno?
A keď to nahráte s Palom sa tešíte jak deti, áno?
A furt ťa desí starnutie, či to prejde časom?
A verím, že ty tam v diaľke furt ja som.

(Lyrik)
Nazdar chalan, snáď si neprestal behať a prestal
Chlastať, cháp, bo keď máš 35 sa prestať nedá.
A ak máš to ujkovské brucho, no tak zhoď to rýchlo,
Urob tisíc klikov a daj si tisíc diétnych trikov.
Už si vymastroval recepty z tej vege knižky,
čo ti dala žena, máš na ruke furt svadobný ring, hi?
Už sú to roky tvojich dobrovoľných okov, snáď nebol
Rozvod ani pohreb, bro, blízki sa dožijú sto rokov.
Múzy a pretlaky, sú tu? Máš cool crew? A z trucu
Przníš kultúru, zlý vkus a s Benem plný klub?
A Peko sampluje ešte starší blues jak lusk?
Aj keď ste starí fotri, stále máte na túto hru chuť, hm?
A inak, chcel si byť literát, viac písať,
Takže: už bola tá kniha? Ak hej, kto ti ju vydal?
Chalan, snáď stojí za to čo v sebe nosíš, dúfam, že
Stále netušíš, že kto si, už musím končiť, bro, peace, mám koncík.

(Sims)
Walking down the street, like I bleed concrete,
Locking down my limbs, what the eyes won′t see.
Thoughts are getting deep on the Mississippi.
Spot a flock of sheep and an old man who refused to be like them,
Thinking about the rising sun,
Feeling like the only one,
Boldly lost or boldly won.
I wrote a letter to myself, titled "you can ask for help"
Signed the "future sorts itself".
Stay woke,stay peace, stay true!
Pondering the big, let the small shake loose,
While they're shaking in their boots.
Fear is in the mind and I′m
Sicker than stric-nine, clicking like a sig 9 booming.
Beautiful and bold, go for broke, stay human.
Thrash through it, smash, grab, cash ruins,
So classic, old tactics redacted, fall back,
The feedback is way lacking, I see past it.
Clicking through the stations all you hear is static,
Well they want to go to war, all you see is madness.
All I see is magic tell the planet drive slow,
I'm flying past, man I'm really on a roll.

Cau Ty Tam

Hey, you there, somewhere in the distance, where
I can't see now, but whatever!
Life's tough, isn't it? Always so sad
For times you couldn't have lived?
You're living those forties you thought so much about,
When you were as old as I am now.
How are your forties, huh?
Even a hundred years later, but whatever!
I can't believe you still don't eat meat.
Are you still willing to sacrifice sleep for a song?
I hope you visit Prešov once a year
And have a thousand beers with Janík and find Budiš in the morning.
Did advertising suck you in yet?
Do you still believe that the desire will pass,
If it's on a deadline? If so, big up!
And has your wife talked you into having a daughter and son?
Are you still eating Peko's beats like you used to?
And when you record with Palo, are you as happy as children, yes?
Are you still afraid of growing old, or will it pass with time?
And I believe that you out there are still me.

(Lyrics)
Hi man, I hope you haven't stopped running and stopped
Getting drunk, because when you're 35 you can't stop.
And if you have that uncle's belly, lose it fast,
Do a thousand reps and try a thousand diet tricks.
Have you mastered the recipes from that veggie book yet,
that your wife gave you, do you still have your wedding ring on, heh?
These have been years of your voluntary shackles, I hope there was no
Divorce or funeral, bro, your loved ones will live to be a hundred.
Muses and pressures, are they here? Do you have a cool crew? And out of spite
You despise culture, bad taste and a club full of Ben?
And does Peko sample even older blues like a husk?
Even though you're old fathers, you still have the taste for this game, huh?
By the way, you wanted to be a writer, to write more,
So: was there a book? If so, who published it?
Man, I hope what you carry inside is worth it, I hope
You still don't know who you are, I have to go, bro, peace, I'm done.

(Sims)
Walking down the street, like I bleed concrete,
Locking down my limbs, what the eyes won′t see.
Thoughts are getting deep on the Mississippi.
Spot a flock of sheep and an old man who refused to be like them,
Thinking about the rising sun,
Feeling like the only one,
Boldly lost or boldly won.
I wrote a letter to myself, titled "you can ask for help"
Signed the "future sorts itself".
Stay woke,stay peace, stay true!
Pondering the big, let the small shake loose,
While they're shaking in their boots.
Fear is in the mind and I′m
Sicker than stric-nine, clicking like a sig 9 booming.
Beautiful and bold, go for broke, stay human.
Thrash through it, smash, grab, cash ruins,
So classic, old tactics redacted, fall back,
The feedback is way lacking, I see past it.
Clicking through the stations all you hear is static,
Well they want to go to war, all you see is madness.
All I see is magic tell the planet drive slow,
I'm flying past, man I'm really on a roll.