Текст и перевод песни O.S.T.R. feat. Cadillac Dale - Rise of the Sun feat. Cadillac Dale

Rise of the Sun feat. Cadillac Dale

Gdybym tylko do czarów ja miał dostęp
Bym Bałuty przeniósł na Majorkę
Nie obchodzą mnie trendy ala Bravo
Wolę oceanu błękit jak z Galapagos
Plaża, słońce, skala konkret
Dla nas stopnie temperatury w normie
Hamak, walkman, w barach z "Ponczem"
Nie problem. Się nie bój o hałas po dziesiątej

Relaks i luz niemal zmienia nasz grunt
Nie ma, że melanż bez Niemena tu
"Enigmatic", oderwani od pracy
Więcej atrakcji od Las Vegas kasyn
B-boy klasyk, do góry nogami
W podróży do granic możliwości między figurami
Chcesz zobaczyć? dla ludzi jak "Magic"
Sami swoi, między nimi, chmury, kluby, gruby "Chronic"!
Nie ma z szampana kaskad
Za to żar bije w nas, jakby tu był Madagaskar
Daj mi tu beat z "Megablasta"
Nie ma biednych, bogatych, tylko "film" - dawaj majka.
Cała prawda scala nas jak "łycha", 5 deko, grill na wakacjach
Raz, dwa. Sprawdzam ziołowe bogactwa.
Astma nie daje mi żyć, życie daje mi Asfalt.

I wish I could take my crew up out of here
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere
I'd build a studio on an island
A life with no stress this is happiness
We could make our music on the beach
And we could dance with the sand under our feet
There's no need for money on this island
Cause everything is free we got everything we need

Co poza tym? Jak Komeda serce mam "Astigmatic"
Oddycham powietrzem na astygmatyzm
Pogoda na szczęście, mam jazdy grafik
To droga na miejsce, stan mapy - "traffic"
Życie w korkach. Godziny, minuty
Nie ma czasu na kontakt
Przeniósł bym Bałuty na Wyspy Zielonego Przylądka
Mi pasuje jak Oreo do lolka
Wody otchłań. Nieba żar zabiera nas do siebie Eden
Wie, że szczerze możesz go tu spotkać
Nowy rozkład. Nie ma jak bikini, twarz anioła, z boską linią
Oczy nie mogą się rozstać.
Unikat! Ziemię wrzątek przenika
Czy mam pisać na płytach "gorące nie dotykać"?
Symbolika jak u Gemmella Skilgannon
Fantazje miast, gdzie nie umiera tożsamość

I wish I could take my crew up out of here
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere
I'd build a studio on an island
A life with no stress this is happiness
We could make our music on the beach
And we could dance with the sand under our feet
There's no need for money on this island
Cause everything is free we got everything we need

Dla wszystkich na imprezie mających styl i luz i chill
B-boy'i kręcących się w koło do płyt. Prosty funk
To czysty, prawdziwy hip hop. Rzuć na beat
Beat-box, grafitti, mikstejpy, Haos, Tabasko film, chodź i sprawdź
Dla bliskich uderzenie w kark - Killing Skills
Nie pozostawiamy po sobie nic, tylko ulic zryw - łódzki stuff

I wish I could take my crew up out of here
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere
I'd build a studio on an island
A life with no stress this is happiness
We could make our music on the beach
And we could dance with the sand under our feet
There's no need for money on this island
Cause everything is free we got everything we need

Rise of the Sun feat. Cadillac Dale

If only I had access to magic,
I'd move Bałuty straight to Mallorca.
I don't care about Bravo-style trends,
I prefer the ocean blue like in the Galapagos.
Beach, sun, a solid plan,
For us, the temperature is just right.
Hammock, walkman, bars with "Poncz",
No problem. Don't worry about noise after ten.

Relaxation and ease almost change our ground,
There's no way we're partying without Niemen here.
"Enigmatic", detached from work,
More attractions than Las Vegas casinos.
B-boy classic, upside down,
On a journey to the limits of possibilities between figures.
Wanna see? For people like "Magic",
Our own kind, among them, clouds, clubs, fat "Chronic"!
No champagne cascades,
But the heat beats in us as if it were Madagascar.
Give me a beat from "Megablast",
No poor, no rich, just "film" - give me the mic.
The whole truth unites us like a "spoon", 5 grams, BBQ on vacation.
One, two. Checking herbal riches.
Asthma doesn't let me live, life gives me Asphalt.

I wish I could take my crew up out of here
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere
I'd build a studio on an island
A life with no stress this is happiness
We could make our music on the beach
And we could dance with the sand under our feet
There's no need for money on this island
Cause everything is free we got everything we need

What else? Like Komeda, my heart is "Astigmatic",
I breathe air for astigmatism.
Weather for happiness, I have a schedule for rides,
It's the road to the place, map status - "traffic".
Life in traffic jams. Hours, minutes,
No time for contact.
I would move Bałuty to the Cape Verde Islands,
It suits me like Oreo with a joint.
The abyss of water. The heat of the sky takes us to Eden,
He knows you can meet him here sincerely.
New layout. There's nothing like a bikini, an angel's face, with a divine line,
Eyes can't part.
Unique! Boiling water penetrates the earth,
Should I write "hot, don't touch" on the records?
Symbolism like Gemmel's Skilgannon,
Fantasies of cities where identity doesn't die.

I wish I could take my crew up out of here
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere
I'd build a studio on an island
A life with no stress this is happiness
We could make our music on the beach
And we could dance with the sand under our feet
There's no need for money on this island
Cause everything is free we got everything we need

For everyone at the party who has style and relaxation and chill,
B-boys spinning around to records. Simple funk.
This is pure, real hip hop. Throw it on the beat,
Beat-box, graffiti, mixtapes, Haos, Tabasko film, come and check it out.
For loved ones, a blow to the neck - Killing Skills,
We leave nothing behind but a street burst - Łódź stuff.

I wish I could take my crew up out of here
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere
I'd build a studio on an island
A life with no stress this is happiness
We could make our music on the beach
And we could dance with the sand under our feet
There's no need for money on this island
Cause everything is free we got everything we need