Текст и перевод песни Radikal feat. Tafrob - Mp3 generácia

Mp3 generácia

RADIKAL
Žijeme vo svete častého násilia,
Kde sa zbraň, skoro za všetko nabíja.
Drogy, vojny, prepady (razia), spory, hrozby, nenávisť (mafia).

Opitý foter a bezbranná matka,
Len ďaľšia hádka, desiata facka,
Psychická záťaž a cynická láska,
Každý ťa pomaly vidí za blázna.

Vidím jak kráčaš po ostrých hranách,
A všetci sa na tebe kokotsky bavia,
Bibliu držia, morálku hlásia,
Zajtra tu bibliu do radu pália.

Nechcený systémom jak ja,
Len slová v éteri depresií zbavia,
A tak sa flákaš, potácaš ulicou,
Kráčaš po mlákach na ušiach s muzikou.

Lepšie na ulici v totálnom mraze,
Ako sedieť zase, v tom domácom chaose,
Zavrieť sa do seba, to bol môj pancier,
A hľadieť do neba cez oči prázdne.

Sme hluchý, vnímame len jazyk múzy,
Je čudný, aj keď líhame do truhly,
Je hlúpy, no máme v piči tých múdrych,
Pán psychológ, vzdajte to, nás liečia zvuky (hudby).

REFRÉN
HipHop, je pre nás omnoho viac ako len hudba,
Je to morfium, čo v srdci hasí vulkán.
A vďaka rapu vieme veľa vecí ustáť,
Aj v burkách, aj v mukách a v putách.

HipHop, je pre nás omnoho viac ako len hudba,
Je to morfium, čo v srdci hasí vulkán.
A vďaka rapu vieme veľa vecí ustáť,
Aj v burkách, aj v mukách a v putách.

TAFROB
Lidi chcou ven, pryč z reality,
Pryč z toho života co nenávidí,
Z toho života, kde nenašli cit,
A těď to vypadá, že přestali žít,
Těď to vypadá, že nemají cíl,
Možná si ho jen nechali vzít,
Ztracení bloudí a hledají skrýš,
Poslouchat okolí přestali chtít.

Doma jim postupne sebrali sny,
Ve škole, šikana, krev a jizvy,
Stres a bitky neznají klid,
Někteří začnou si řezat žíly,
Mají svůj svět, rap a víc níc,
Mají svůj hněv, bolest a výkřik,
Nikdo jim ani víc nenabízí,
A nemají síly nezačít pít.

Prázdny kapsy, sluchátka na uších,
Prázdy pohledy, aspirin na duši,
Nevnímat problémy se snadno naučíš,
A chvíli potrvá, než tě to zadusí,
Slepí, hluší ke svému okolí,
Nechcou bejt slušní a žít jak otroci,
Něco si užít, mít vlastní hodnoty,
Nachvíli utéct a nekoukat do očí.

REFRÉN
HipHop, je pre nás omnoho viac ako len hudba,
Je to morfium, čo v srdci hasí vulkán.
A vďaka rapu vieme veľa vecí ustáť,
Aj v burkách, aj v mukách a v putách.

HipHop, je pre nás omnoho viac ako len hudba,
Je to morfium, čo v srdci hasí vulkán.
A vďaka rapu vieme veľa vecí ustáť,
Aj v burkách, aj v mukách a v putách.

HipHop, je pre nás omnoho viac ako len hudba,
Je to morfium, čo v srdci hasí vulkán.
A vďaka rapu vieme veľa vecí ustáť,
Aj v burkách, aj v mukách a v putách.

HipHop, je pre nás omnoho viac ako len hudba,
Je to morfium, čo v srdci hasí vulkán.
A vďaka rapu vieme veľa vecí ustáť,
Aj v burkách, aj v mukách a v putách.

The Mp3 generation

RADICAL
We live in a world of frequent violence.,
Where the gun, almost everything charges.
Drugs, wars, raids( raids), disputes, threats, hatred (mafia).

Drunk father and defenseless mother,
Just another fight, the tenth slap,
Psychological burden and cynical love,
Everyone sees you as a fool.

I see you walking on sharp edges,
And they're all fucking having fun at you.,
They hold the Bible, they preach morality. ,
They're burning the Bible in line tomorrow.

Unwanted system like me,
Just words in the ether of depressions get rid of,
And so you slouch, you stagger down the street,
You walk in puddles with music on your ears.

Better on the street in total Frost,
How to sit again, in that domestic chaos,
Close in, that was my armor.,
And look to heaven through empty eyes.

We are deaf, we perceive only the language of the muse,
It's weird, even when we're in a box.,
He's stupid, but we don't give a shit about the smart guys.,
Mr. psychologist, give up, we are treated by Sounds (Music).

Chorus
HipHop is more than just music.,
It's the morphine that extinguishes a volcano in the heart.
And thanks to rap, we can do a lot of things.,
Even in burqas, and in tortures and in handcuffs.

HipHop is more than just music.,
It's the morphine that extinguishes a volcano in the heart.
And thanks to rap, we can do a lot of things.,
Even in burqas, and in tortures and in handcuffs.

TAFROB
People want out, out of reality.,
Away from the life they hate,
From that life where they found no feeling,
And now it looks like they've stopped living,
They don't seem to have a target.,
Maybe they just let him take it.,
The Lost wander and seek refuge,
Listen to the surroundings ceased to want.

At home, they gradually took away their dreams,
At school, bullying, blood and scars,
Stress and fighting know no peace,
Some begin to cut their veins,
They have their own world, rap and more,
They have their anger, pain and scream,
No one offers them more,
And they have no strength not to start drinking.

Empty pockets, earphones,
Emptiness views, aspirin for the soul,
Ignoring problems is easy to learn.,
And it'll take a while to choke you,
Blind, deaf to their surroundings,
They don't want to be decent and live like slaves.,
Enjoy something, have your own values,
Run away for a while and don't look me in the eye.

REFRAIN
HipHop is more than just music.,
It's the morphine that extinguishes a volcano in the heart.
And thanks to rap, we can do a lot of things.,
Even in burqas, and in tortures and in handcuffs.

HipHop is more than just music.,
It's the morphine that extinguishes a volcano in the heart.
And thanks to rap, we can do a lot of things.,
Even in burqas, and in tortures and in handcuffs.

HipHop is more than just music.,
It's the morphine that extinguishes a volcano in the heart.
And thanks to rap, we can do a lot of things.,
Even in burqas, and in tortures and in handcuffs.

HipHop is more than just music.,
It's the morphine that extinguishes a volcano in the heart.
And thanks to rap, we can do a lot of things.,
Even in burqas, and in tortures and in handcuffs.