Текст и перевод песни Radikal feat. Bio and S. Barracuda a Adyos - Spln

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Slnko zapadlo, nad hlavou, mesiac a mraky,
Kráčam nocou ako vampír, na ďalšiu anti-párty,
čierne šatky, čiapky, nike-y, temné farby,
Lepšie sa tak stratíš z mapy, za tmy pred majákmi,
Sme tiene lampy, sídlisko je bodyguard,
Vie nás ukryť, chrániť, keď chceme v kľude popíjať,
Rozjímať nad životom, ktorý tu nikde nevedie,
Toto je väzenie pre priemer, čo bude nevieme,
Aj tak to jebeme, nechceme Mercedes,
Ku šťastiu nám stačí dobrá vodka a Jack Herer,
Dvadsať vlkov v svorke, na lavičkách bordel,
študentky sú spité, ležia pod lavičkou v kóme,
My sme zvery, ty si obeť, nechoď veľmi blízko omre,
Tento revír je náš dvorec, ver mi môže ťa to bolieť,
Sme frustrovaný, lebo denne sa tu stráca práca,
Na niekoho čaká basa, lebo chcel viac ako dá sa,
Moji bratia hrajú vabank a tu plače každá mama,
Prachy na gram, prachy na chlast, útočisko naša parta,
Táto noc, tento asfalt, malomestský lifestyle,
Betón, lampa, skupinová terapia, krása.
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Sídlisková noc,
Vlci majú všetkú moc,
Zapíjame z tohto sveta v sebe veľkú zlosť,
Sídlisková noc
Biznis a antipárty,
Vodka, víno a gramy (yea),
Sídlisková noc
Pochop že nás nevidíš,
No my vidíme teba a dobre vieme kde ty spíš,
Sídlisková noc
Ružomberok, Roveň,
Adam Trajan, Piešťany a Ostrava v dome.
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Vitaj v Transylvánii, chytrák, balím gramy, pálim tabak,
Som z družiny Alibaby, čo cez víkend slávi sabat,
Diabol je sparing parťák,
Nosím malých demónov vo svojom vnútri,
Musím dnes v noci dať im nažrať,
Kým puberťáci tancujú v podnikoch, okupujeme schodisko,
A blúdime sa s opicou jak Donkey-Kong,
Stresmeter na maximum po tých dňoch,
Toto je best-seller jak Pulp-fiction totižto,
Pred piatimi minútami s kuriérom hovorili sme,
Teraz vyrážame ako gorily v hmle,
Mobily zvonili, no sorry ja som v rauši,
Nepomáham s drogami,
Prečo by malo trápiť či niekto zháňa kokain?
Okamih, pozor na nočný kľud, jaký nočný kľud?
Máme byť potichu aj keď všetkým je do výbuchu?
Môžme jebať lebo my sme nočný kult,
Kde nikdy nie je dosť decibelov, dosť deci, fellov a promiskuit.
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Sídlisková noc,
Vlci majú všetkú moc,
Zapíjame z tohto sveta v sebe veľkú zlosť,
Sídlisková noc
Biznis a antipárty,
Vodka, víno a gramy (yea),
Sídlisková noc
Pochop že nás nevidíš,
No my vidíme teba a dobre vieme kde ty spíš,
Sídlisková noc
Ružomberok, Roveň,
Adam Trajan, Piešťany a Ostrava v dome.
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Můj život je postaven na kriminalitě,
žiju v Ostravě tak mi nemluv o brigádě.
Běhal jsem v noci s canama,
Nebyla to žádná hra,
Dneska rapy v klubu s kurvama,
Furt hazard yeah.
To jsou ty dlouhé noci,
Co mi nedávaj spát,
Balím brko do listiny svoboda práv.
Chodím po ulici, není čeho se bát,
Na hlavě kapuci prachy se musí vydělávat.
Nevěsty mi mávaj z privátu,
štětky těhotné na heráku,
Fetky a kolem plno nastřelených poláků,
Jezdí pro trávu,
Z kapsy putujou ty prachy do mojeho rukávu,
Fízl jezdí kolem, dělá že nevidí,
Zkurvysyn se mi taky dva krát nelíbí.
Zmrdi se tváří jako zákon,
Ale jsou jako tma, co patří mafii,
Kdyby museli za, ty samý prachy by tě zabili.
Piker chce za sklo kouřit,
Kopačka do huby žádný soucit, né,
Od půlnoci do půlnoci prachy se musí točit.

Full Moon

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The sun has set, above our heads, the moon and clouds,
I walk through the night like a vampire, heading to another anti-party,
Black scarves, hats, Nikes, dark colors,
It's easier to disappear from the map, hidden from the beacons in the darkness,
We are shadows of the lamp, the housing estate is our bodyguard,
It can hide us, protect us, when we want to drink in peace,
To reflect on life, which leads nowhere here,
This is a prison for the average, what will be, we don't know,
We don't care anyway, we don't want a Mercedes,
Good vodka and Jack Herer are enough for our happiness,
Twenty wolves in a pack, a mess on the benches,
Drunk students lie under the bench in a coma,
We are beasts, you are the prey, don't come too close to the grid,
This boulevard is our court, believe me, it can hurt you,
We are frustrated because jobs disappear here every day,
Someone is waiting for jail, because he wanted more than he could get,
My brothers are playing all-in and every mother cries here,
Money for a gram, money for booze, our gang is a refuge,
This night, this asphalt, small-town lifestyle,
Concrete, lamp, group therapy, beauty.
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Housing estate night,
Wolves have all the power,
We drink away the great anger of this world within us,
Housing estate night,
Business and anti-party,
Vodka, wine and grams (yea),
Housing estate night,
Understand that you don't see us,
But we see you and we know well where you sleep,
Housing estate night,
Ružomberok, Roveň,
Adam Trajan, Piešťany and Ostrava in the house.
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Welcome to Transylvania, smartass, I'm packing grams, smoking tobacco,
I'm from Alibaba's crew, celebrating the Sabbath over the weekend,
The devil is my sparring partner,
I carry little demons inside me,
I have to feed them tonight,
While teenagers dance in clubs, we occupy the stairwell,
And we wander around with a monkey like Donkey Kong,
Stress meter to the max after these days,
This is a best-seller like Pulp Fiction because,
Five minutes ago we were talking to the courier,
Now we're setting off like gorillas in the fog,
Mobiles were ringing, but sorry I'm high,
I don't help with drugs,
Why should I care if someone is looking for cocaine?
Wait a minute, watch out for the night peace, what night peace?
Should we be quiet even when everyone is about to explode?
We can fuck because we are a night cult,
Where there are never enough decibels, enough deci, fellows and promiscuity.
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Housing estate night,
Wolves have all the power,
We drink away the great anger of this world within us,
Housing estate night,
Business and anti-party,
Vodka, wine and grams (yea),
Housing estate night,
Understand that you don't see us,
But we see you and we know well where you sleep,
Housing estate night,
Ružomberok, Roveň,
Adam Trajan, Piešťany and Ostrava in the house.
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My life is built on criminality,
I live in Ostrava so don't talk to me about a part-time job.
I used to run around at night with cans,
It wasn't a game,
Today I rap in the club with bitches,
Still gambling yeah.
These are the long nights,
That keep me awake,
I roll a joint into the list of freedom rights.
I walk down the street, there's nothing to be afraid of,
With a hood on my head, money has to be earned.
Brides wave to me from the brothel,
Pregnant whores on heroin,
Junkies and a bunch of shot-up Poles around,
They come for weed,
The money travels from their pockets to my sleeve,
The cop drives by, pretending not to see,
I don't like the motherfucker twice either.
He stinks like the law,
But they're like the darkness that belongs to the mafia,
If they had to, they would kill you for the same money.
The snitch wants to smoke behind glass,
A kick in the mouth, no mercy, no,
From midnight to midnight the money has to spin.