Gunnaz - Punkinson перевод на английский

Gunnaz

(A on povedal, že
Paaane bože toto čo sa stáva a ja vravím reku toto je božia moc
On hovoril, že cítil taký oheň...)
Neviem sa zastaviť
Volaj ma divoká tvorkyňa
Hudobný fanatik
Ako každá moderná spodina
Píšu si balady
No chýba im sebakritika
Mali by ste to zabaliť
Stačí príručná batožina
Meeting v sklepie monopolowym
Prichádza noc a srdce mi gori
Igraj igraj, potrebujem pohyb
A ráno neviem ísť domov po svojich
Zapijam rapové stojaté vody
Chcú len body, počítajú body, pretože body counts
No nejde o to, či si nabiják
Ide o to niečo napísať
A čo sa do tej hlavy zarýva
A je veľa tém, no vážne máli sa mi
Keď hráš to na plyšového macíka
V prvom rade musí byť muzika
Inak v pozadi môže začať kuvikať
Škoda že začali ste si zvykať
No je na čase začať to robiť inak
Hovorili, že hlava v oblakoch sa do blata nezaborí
Javisko nanože, čumni na tie staré rárohy
Od hlavy až po päty zablatené sú ich názory
Splnili si sny, teraz idú zotrvačník
Hovorili, že hlava v oblakoch sa do blata nezaborí
Javisko nanože čumni na tie staré rárohy
Od hlavy až po päty zablatené sú ich názory
Splnili si sny, teraz idú zotrvačník
Ja som hotovidlo, ty si motovidlo
Tým pádom pre teba odzvonilo
Smer muziky pre mňa nemá pravidlo
Len napnem plachty, roztočím kormidlo
Nech sa ho chopí, kto v hlave nespí
Ten, kto cíti sa v hlave tesný
Uvidíš kto vie byť naozaj živlom
Kto tvorí ako besný
Ignorujem vonkajšie vplyvy
Nerobím len správne činy
Tvrdohlavo robím chyby
A mám za sebou kopec driny
A nezlomia ma ani keby čo
Stále chcem to robiť poctivo
Trochu o citoch, o divoch
O myšlienkach a o zmysloch, trochu plytko
Dať dedičstvo
Za svoje meno a priezvisko
Uložiť sa do priečinkov
Kým hlava je na dostihoch
A tvorivo brázdi tmou
Hovorili, že hlava v oblakoch sa do blata nezaborí
Javisko nanože, čumni na tie staré rárohy
Od hlavy až po päty zablatené sú ich názory
Splnili si sny, teraz idú zotrvačník
Hovorili, že hlava v oblakoch sa do blata nezaborí
Javisko nanože čumni na tie staré rárohy
Od hlavy až po päty zablatené sú ich názory
Splnili si sny, teraz idú zotrvačník
Neviem sa zastaviť volaj má divoká tvorkyňa
Hudobný fanatik ako každá moderná spodina
Píšu si balady no chýba im sebakritika
Mali by ste to zabaliť stačí príručná batožina
(Verím, že od dnes ste uchopili tento nástroj
Ako efektívne sa zbaviť smilných myšlienok
Cudzoložných myšlienok, HOCIJAKYCH myšlienok ako takých hriešnych
A že sa naučíte meditovať nad božím slovom.)

Gunnaz

(He told me that,
Oh my God, what's happening and I say, this is God's power
He said he felt such a fire...)
I can't stop myself
Call me a wild creator
A music fanatic
Like every modern scum
They write ballads
But they lack self-criticism
You should quit
Just a carry-on luggage is enough
Meeting in a monopoly grocery store
Night is coming and my heart is burning
Play, play, I need movement
And in the morning I can't go home on my own
I drink stagnant waters of rap
They just want points, they count points, because points count
But it's not about whether you're a charger
It's about writing something
And what gets stuck in your head
And there are many themes, but honestly, I have little
When you play it like a plush teddy bear
First of all, there must be music
Otherwise, in the background, a cuckoo can start chirping
It's a pity you've started to get used to it
But it's time to start doing it differently
They said that a head in the clouds won't get stuck in the mud
Stage on your knees, look at those old rarities
From head to toe their opinions are muddied
They fulfilled their dreams, now they're going by inertia
They said that a head in the clouds won't get stuck in the mud
Stage on your knees, look at those old rarities
From head to toe their opinions are muddied
They fulfilled their dreams, now they're going by inertia
I'm a hot-blooded one, you're a motor-driven one
So it's over for you
The direction of music has no rules for me
I just hoist the sails, turn the helm
Let whoever doesn't sleep in his head take it
The one who feels tight in his head
You'll see who can really be an element
Who creates like a madman
I ignore external influences
I don't just do the right things
I stubbornly make mistakes
And I have a lot of hard work behind me
And they won't break me no matter what
I still want to do it honestly
A little about feelings, about beasts
About thoughts and senses, a little shallow
To leave a legacy
For my name and surname
To be saved in folders
While the head is at the races
And creatively plows through the darkness
They said that a head in the clouds won't get stuck in the mud
Stage on your knees, look at those old rarities
From head to toe their opinions are muddied
They fulfilled their dreams, now they're going by inertia
They said that a head in the clouds won't get stuck in the mud
Stage on your knees, look at those old rarities
From head to toe their opinions are muddied
They fulfilled their dreams, now they're going by inertia
I can't stop myself, call me a wild creator
A music fanatic, like every modern scum
They write ballads, but they lack self-criticism
You should quit, just a carry-on luggage is enough
(I believe that from today you have grasped this tool
How to effectively get rid of lustful thoughts
Adulterous thoughts, ANY thoughts as such sinful ones
And that you will learn to meditate on the word of God.)