Текст песни1 QARZ - Konsta , xcvmode перевод на английский

QARZ

Я в ауте был но поймал связи телефон
Руках у меня теперь старенький iPhone
Я написал на стене Дом он мне ответил это Konsta
Попросил убрать бит, я сказал, это не сложно

Гулитстан и Самарканд так плачут эти небеса
Посмотри в мои глаза ничего только лишь азарт
Мы посвящаем это трек на-нашим улицам
Большой салам летит спустя года

Ты не гулевер тебя тут пустят на прикол
Мои пацаны на боксе какой ещё прикоп
Это Gentra интертеймент
Это UZB хип хоп
Гастра нет дома
Но дом в сердце моём

Помолюсь за брата, для меня не пройдёт даром
Всё что принёс в дом исключительно лишь пара
Я люблю степь я люблю солнце люблю маму
Я есть Фархад я Самарканд UZB ПАПА

10 yil oldin Moskvadan yozardim uyga qatorlar
Odamlar ucha olar, oyog'im tagida qorlar
Sovqotganda umidlarim, oldindagi baxorlar
Menga kerakmasdi yarim va kerak edi porlash

Yakshanba tongda studiada, ishda o'tdi bir xafta
Uyquga shuncha qarz bo'ldimki, to'lgandi temir daftar
Odamlar faqat pul ortidan, turganida bir saftda
Tunlar uxlamay ishlab Kutib yurgan edim fursatni

O'zimga boshliq bo'lgandan beri bir kun bo'lsa ham dam yo'q
Oliy maqsad pul emas, to'xtamiman to'lsa ham hamyon
Bu shaxarim uyquda, uyg'ongan odamlar kamyob
Bu qatorlarim yozilishi kerak, svet o'chsa sham yoq

Bitta text yarim kun
До конца, har imkon
Bu Moskva, Guliston
Konsta, Sharifjon

(Bu shaxar ortimdamas, uzoqdamas, yuragimda)
(O'zbekcha yangi show biz, tagini so'ra kimdan)
(O'zbekcha rap Xuddi phoenix, kuldan qayta tiklanadi)
(Kim bo'lgandi bizgacha! Betdan xayda! Eplomading)

QARZ

I was out of it, but I caught a connection, the phone rang
I now have an old iPhone in my hands
I wrote on the wall, Home, and it answered me, it's Konsta
I asked him to remove the beat, and I said, it's not difficult

Gulistan and Samarkand, these skies weep so much
Look into my eyes, there's nothing but pure ambition, my dear
We dedicate this track to our streets
Big respect flies through the years

You're not Gulliver, they'll make fun of you here
My guys are into boxing, what other hobby could there be?
This is Gentra Entertainment
This is UZB hip hop
Gastra isn't home
But home is in my heart

I'll pray for my brother, it won't go unrewarded for me
Everything I brought into the house was only a couple of things
I love the steppe, I love the sun, I love my mother
I am Farhad, I am Samarkand, UZB PAPA

10 years ago, I wrote lines home from Moscow
People can fly, there's snow under my feet
When my hopes were cold, the springs ahead
I didn't need half, I needed to shine

Sunday morning in the studio, a week went by working
I was so much in debt to sleep that the iron notebook was full
People are only after money, standing in a line
I spent nights without sleep, waiting for an opportunity

Since I've been my own boss, there hasn't been a day off, even for a moment
The ultimate goal isn't money, I won't stop even if my wallet is full
This city is asleep, there are few awakened people
These lines of mine need to be written, light a candle if the light goes out

One text takes half a day
To the end, every opportunity
This is Moscow, Guliston
Konsta, Sharifjon

(This city isn't behind me, it's not far, it's in my heart)
(Uzbek new show, ask who it's from)
(Uzbek rap, like a phoenix, rises again from the ashes)
(Who was here before us! Get out of the way! You didn't understand)