Текст и перевод песни Sokrat St - Nafile

Nafile

Düşünse nafile, boşa nafile
Düşünsen ayrı, düşünmesen ayrı dert
Düşünse nafile, boşa nafile
Problem nedir?

Standardın altından üstüne rapçiler karıştırır
Altınlar küstü mü be dolar bugün çıktı mı ne?
Merhamet isteme ve bu bıçak en derine
Çatışmanın ortasında atışlar hep yerine

Çakıştın hep zeminle, sonra lirik mahzenime
Büyük yalandır hallederiz ve beni yaz bi' yere
Bahar mı geldi zannederiz, kış oldu yaz yerine
Sokakta kan seline, hastanede kanserine

Geleceği görürsün çıkıp sahneye konserime
Bu dandik mikrofon çalıştı fazladır on seneden
Kulak cızırtıya alıştı, hepsi çok bilir
Nesiller değiştikçe kaçtı gitti çok bilenler

Yoruldum her bilenden, şarj ettim harbiden ben
Bencillikte yürüdün hep sen, yok oldun harbiden len
Dışarıda ayıp edersen, sokakta kaybeden sen
Bizimle harbedenler, genelde kaybedenler

Düşünsen ayrı, düşünmesen ayrı dert (hep aynı dert ya)
Düşünsen nafile, düşünmesen nafile
Düşünsen ayrı, düşünmesen ayrı dert (hep aynı dert ya)
Düşünsen nafile, düşünmesen nafile

Kalemimde hiç kimseyi yeme maksadı yok
Çünkü burası monkey business Soko da MIC'ta Cio
Efo, Kamuf, Redo eşdeğerdi kayda suya, konuşmanın bi' faydası yok
Maalesef farklı yolları seçmek ağır basıyo

Bi' gezgin oldum, sırtında çantası yok
Bazen şerefsizdim, hiç mi hiç utanması yok
İki yıl hastalıkla geçti, eksiği var fazlası yok
Müziğe dair tüm umutlarım damarlarıma kan basıyo

Ayakta kalması zor çünkü sanatın faydası yok
Endüstrinin içinde her taraf karatma siyah
Paranın zar atmasından, sıkıldım kan akmasından
Medyanın maymunlardan, starlar yaratmasından

Palavrasın, kompradorlar seni pazarlasınlar
Soko'nun kadavrasıyla
Tamamlasınlar, çenemin kapanmasıyla
Hikayen bitecektir elbet gözümün kararmasıyla

Düşünsen ayrı, düşünmesen ayrı dert (hep aynı dert ya)
Düşünsen nafile, düşünmesen nafile
Düşünsen ayrı, düşünmesen ayrı dert (hep aynı dert ya)
Düşünsen nafile, düşünmesen nafile

Nafile

For you to think would be in vain, for naught it would be
Whether you think about it or not, it's all the same pain
For you to think would be in vain, for naught it would be
What's the problem?

Rappers who used to be below standard are now confused
Is it that gold has become scarce or has the dollar risen today?
Don't beg for mercy, this knife cuts the deepest
In the midst of the conflict, the shots always hit their mark

You've always clashed with the ground, now you're in my lyrical vault
It's a big lie that we'll solve this problem, so write me down somewhere
We think spring has come, but it's winter again instead of summer
In the streets, rivers of blood, hospitals full of cancer

You'll see the future when you come on stage for my concert
This lousy microphone has worked for over ten years
My ears are used to the crackling, everyone knows so much
With each generation that came and went, many of the know-it-alls disappeared

I'm tired of all the know-it-alls, I've really had enough
You've always been selfish in your ways, you've really lost your way
If you make a fool of yourself outside, you'll be the loser in the street
Those who fight us usually end up losing

If you think about it, it's a different kind of pain (it's always the same pain)
For you to think would be in vain, for naught it would be
If you think about it, it's a different kind of pain (it's always the same pain)
For you to think would be in vain, for naught it would be

There's no intention of hurting anyone with my pen
Because this is Monkey Business, Soko's on the MIC, Cio is the CEO
Efo, Kamuf, Redo were all equals in the studio, talking is useless
Unfortunately, choosing different paths is too important

I became a traveler, with no backpack
Sometimes I was a jerk, with no shame at all
Two years passed in illness, with nothing less and nothing more
All my hopes for music are pumping blood into my veins

It's hard to stay on your feet because there's no point in art
Inside the industry, everything is a blackout, black
I'm tired of the money game, tired of the bloodshed
I'm tired of the media creating stars out of monkeys

May your words and your compradores market you
With your Soko's dead body
Together with the closing of my jaw
Your story will surely end with the darkening of my eyes

If you think about it, it's a different kind of pain (it's always the same pain)
For you to think would be in vain, for naught it would be
If you think about it, it's a different kind of pain (it's always the same pain)
For you to think would be in vain, for naught it would be