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Találatok száma: 8

2020.10.01.

How sweet it is when the stormer starts hitting

Whose wails can be heard in the forest, what kind of a noise is that
The gusle bow is near its end
Chased by the stormer, the avenger of his people
 
The bow is, the bow is, now without its strings
And gusle are, and gusle are, looking terrifying
Chased by the stormer, the avenger of his people
 
Oh how sweet it is, when the stormer starts hitting
Oh how sweet it is, when the stormer starts hitting
Hitting, ravaging, like a hurricane
His mother is the glorious 502nd
 
A featherless eagle, sitting on a branch, licks his own wounds and lies to his own people
Chased by the stormer, the avenger of his people
 
One of eagle's tired heads fell on his wing
And the other one, swollen, has no idea what is going on
Chased by the stormer, the avenger of his people
 
Oh how sweet it is, when the stormer starts hitting
Oh how sweet it is, when the stormer starts hitting
Hitting, ravaging, like a hurricane
His mother is the glorious 502nd
 
2020.09.09.

Minimum Wage

We met ten days ago, I asked her out
She said she'd call, she just can't go out now
Last night I received a message: 'A day off, finally'
I look at my wallet and lie that I'm sick
 
250001 and life becomes cliche
Enough not to be hungry, too little for anything else
Sometimes I sigh deeply just to let others know I'm still breathing
And I live only formally, but that seems to be normal
 
Every day for breakfast I have a student sandwich and tea
Even though I graduated a long time ago
My phone survives day by day
If it survives 'till fall, it will start the first grade
 
25000 and life becomes cliche
Enough not to be hungry, too little for anything else
Sometimes I sigh deeply just to let others know I'm still breathing
And I live only formally, but that seems to be normal
 
I turned away from my favorite brand
My new stylist works in a second-hand shop
I don't go on vacation, I watch EXIT from the quay2
I know personally what life is without ideas
 
25000 and life becomes cliche
Enough not to be hungry, too little for anything else
Sometimes I sigh deeply just to let others know I'm still breathing
And I live only formally, but that seems to be normal
 
25000 and life becomes cliche
Enough not to be hungry, too little for anything else
My generation has been doomed for a long time
Life with no memories, first, second, third shift
 
  • 1. Refers to Serbian money, minimum monthly wage, roughly 200-250 USD
  • 2. Popular festival in Novi Sad, held on the Petrovaradin Fortress. Many people choose to listen to the performers from the quay across the fortress as they can't afford the ticket.
2020.08.31.

MY KALASHNIKOV

[Intro]:
Nothing is scary.
Bayu-bye, go to sleep, my Kalashnikov.
 
[Chorus]
Be born, suffer, die, and to heaven.
We, we, we, are afraid of nothing.
Bayu-bye, go to sleep, my Kalashnikov.
Be born, suffer, die, and to heaven.
We, we, we, are afraid of nothing.
Bayu-bye, go to sleep, my Kalashnikov.
 
[Verse 1, FACE]:
I woke up, brushed my teeth.
Ordered food, kissed you in the lips.
I like the home vibe, I don't like clubs.
Young rock-star, pop-star Gubin (Andrey).
Last year I was driving my hair, just like I was Agutin (Leonid).
I'm not talking about humor, bitch, but we're shooting¹
Two whores from Volgograd are asking me to blow them.
Ha, again? No, we won't.
We go to bed since we need to continue driving south.
Why do I need whores, when I made the country go around.
'Are you FACE? Can I have a photo?' — Someone's girl is here.
Of course, you can have a photo, don't be shy, I'm not that rude.
 
[Chorus]
Be born, suffer, die, and to heaven.
We, we, we, are afraid of nothing.
Bayu-bye, go to sleep, my Kalashnikov.
Be born, suffer, die, and to heaven.
We, we, we, are afraid of nothing.
Bayu-bye, go to sleep, my Kalashnikov.
 
[Verse 2: FACE]:
My father raised me, not a Ksiva.
For the sake of money, I won't shame a corporate party.
Guf broke my heart when he was trash.
Do you seriously believe that you can't say 'I slipped'?
You're such a pussy, that you made a TikTok.
I have a Yargin, I don't need a foreign Glock.
I love my region, I'm not talking about Block.
I have green on my map, it is not dill..
Remain a human even if you have money.
Don't expect others to make themselves a rag.
My Kalashnikov will chop those, who want to become a king.
You're over 20, but you can't be torn from your mother.
 
[Chorus]
Be born, suffer, die, and to heaven.
We, we, we, are afraid of nothing.
Bayu-bye, go to sleep, my Kalashnikov.
Be born, suffer, die, and to heaven.
We, we, we, are afraid of nothing.
Bayu-bye, go to sleep, my Kalashnikov.
 
2020.06.29.

ATH

1: SNIK, Mente Fuerte]
Flight mode on, I brought it to you before you grew up
Packing up the luggage to go to Paris, be careful for the immitations
Like Daedalus told Icarus, be careful not to be damaged
I told him, now, now expensive clothes
Mente we'll clear things up
I made a shelter of the city's sound
Now they're asking for a piece, in order to break the circle
They're breaking us up before we get out, where you are I never was
And they're looking for the way, so they can come up here
So many whores around, I put Elvira on fire
The eyes don't lie chico, they said I won't be successful
Everything turns around with karma, watch me surfing the waves
You don't wanna play with me, I'm Hideo Kojima
Open eyes, I'm not sleeping, I remember of bitter caresses
Now they're all asking for something, tell me baby where we're going
Pour drinks, they're on us, for all the bad things they say
And all these come back, everything gets paid here
Tell me what you want of me
I'm up for the team and my guys are up for me
Tell me what you want of me
Our circle is closed, no place for you
The whole city is ours, they wanna fly beneath our wings
The whole city is ours
You sing in secret our names
Tell me what you want of me
I'm up for the team and my guys are up for me
Tell me what you want of me
Our circle is closed, no place for you
The whole city is ours
They wanna fly beneath our wings
The whole city is ours
You sing in secret our names
We're flying like eagles, our bars are on standby
I'm watching ourselves on a 50 inch tv from the throne
We're directing AN
Stanley Kubrick, Alfred Hitchcock
Welcome to Jamrock, what's cheap it's gunshot
Pow, pow, pow, they're dropping like flares
What's going up will come down, you never saw me coming down
I said I'm going, going, going, I need no compass
The good captain proves himself during the storms
I grab Medusa from her snakes
We burned the capital
You have no idea what I lost so I can bring it here
Tell them we own this
We pay the rent at the end of the month
Mente Fuerte, sewing
Put on your business on the scale
Selfmade, Wassup Rockers
Hip-hoppers kill themselves
Athens' pirates
Vloggers are talking about us
Frame by frame on the channels
I want ten more bottles
An award is not enough
I want the grammy, whore
Tell me what you want of me
I'm up for the team and my guys are up for me
Tell me what you want of me
Our circle is closed, no place for you
The whole city is ours, they wanna fly beneath our wings
The whole city is ours
You sing in secret our names
Tell me what you want of me
I'm up for the team and my guys are up for me
Tell me what you want of me
Our circle is closed, no place for you
The whole city is ours
They wanna fly beneath our wings
The whole city is ours
You sing in secret our names
 
2018.12.03.

The Illusionist

Versions: #3
Days flew by,
And my tricks,
That were strange for all -
They have found success.
 
And keeping my secret
For many years,
I proposed
A dramatic story.
 
Chorus:
Well, tricks are a lie,
Adult minds know that.
Yet for them
My mysteries
Are inexplicable.
They ask me:
'Deceive us!
We want to see a miracle!'
I come out of darkness.
 
But in one moment
The world will be terrified
When it will find out
That there is no hoax
 
Chorus:
Well, tricks are a lie,
Adult minds know that.
Yet for them
My mysteries
Are inexplicable.
They ask me:
'Deceive us!
We want to see a miracle!'
I come out of darkness.
 
Alas, the keys of the tricks are quite trite:
Muskets with gunpowder - and all deaths are real!
 
Chorus:
Well, tricks are a lie,
Adult minds know that.
Yet for them
My mysteries
Are inexplicable.
They ask me:
'Deceive us!
We want to see a miracle!'
I come out of darkness.
 
2018.11.21.

Harry Houdini

Chains around my neck I'm like Yung Harry
Everything Gucci, so fly the first rapper on the moon
If it's not about the money tell him not to call me
And if you got nothing to do, don't bust my balls, yaw
 
They wanted Snik hungry
Now Versace chains
They say we're not ok
Champagne on Latsis' party
I'm screaming Fuck the police
I laugh and I get in the car
I came with Sniper at Napa
Black apache helicopters
 
20 shows per month
Not a single euro for you
We throw the rappers at the sea
They disappear Harry Houdini
 
Don't talk to me about the crown
Don't talk to me about the throne
Don't talk to me about clothes
Don't talk to me about the street
 
Molly molly molly flex, put it on the champagne
I'm coming up solo without advertisements
RIP, Rest in Peace for whom the bell tolls
 
Yung Harry
Erik Weisz
Ferrari
Montana
 
Harry Houdini - POOF
I'm making the rappers disappear
Harry Houdini - POOF
When I step in the booth
Everyone's talking about me, got no time for them
You won't talk about bars, you won't talk about views
 
Harry Houdini
you never see me
I know you hear me tho
While you are hatin' we celebratin'
Now you see me now you don't (x3)
That's how we hussle the dope
That's how we switch up the floor
 
(Greece)
In Athens with Athena
Thessaloniki with Niki
My Greek Queens get freaky
The Greek Gods are with me
I'm a Semi-God
Got that Semi Automatic on
I'm the one
I say the titan and
I'm like Κratos I bring the fire .
Gucci-Versace-Giuseppe
We ship it at first then we sell it
Shipping that White to Albania.
Foureira x3
Syntagma σήμα μπουρδέλο
Ninja Turtle Donatello
Mu dude's rude boy with big bands
In the top titles for my greek fans
 
Yaw Snik
 
(It's me...) x4
 
Harry Houdini - POOF
I'm making the rappers disappear
Harry Houdini - POOF
When I step in the booth
Everyone's talking about me, got no time for them
You won't talk about bars, you won't talk about views
 
2018.10.31.

SNIK - MEDUSA

TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH
 
2-18, all of the are being heard like me
The chains inside the t shirt, im bored to flex on gold
Im not in Panic, im not in Capital
Don't confuse them bro
All off of them are mine bro, i've never had a boss
With the new ones im laughing, like Lil Pump in the village
Where are you going hoes with the mini tresses
I see you, I laugh i can't
 
They plead us for shout, I knock out haters
These hoes are hangry, the would do everything for a clout
You aren't the best bro, with bars for primary school
I don't say it's ok good, you see this mountain
They askin' for me in blogs, give me box gloves
10 jackals with glocks, if you touch, you're dead
 
All of mine have guns, all of mine are g's
All of yours are hoes, no one touch us
All of mine are shooters, black bulletproof Jeeps
You're actors not gangsters, you live it only in dreams
 
All of mine have guns, all of mine are g's
All of yours are hoes, no one touch us
All of mine are shooters, black bulletproof Jeeps
You're actors not gangsters, you live it only in dreams
 
Give me the Molly/Moli, blood-stained sport
Νο we don't hold score, i just raised the mall
We take all the rokfor, I play only center for
My bars heavy hoes, hittin' the Thor's hummer
Im like being a builder i stick the brick and make my phase alone
If you say i sell it my cool, i do it, street haven't give me to eat
Bring the cash here, commands only us here
You write on pc alot, it's enough not seeing you
I brought up the level, alone in the field
I sweat the jersey dick, here you won't throw neck
 
All of mine have guns, all of mine are g's
All of yours are hoes, no one touch us
All of mine are shooters, black bulletproof Jeeps
You're actors not gangsters, you live it only in dreams
 
All of mine have guns, all of mine are g's
All of yours are hoes, no one touch us
All of mine are shooters, black bulletproof Jeeps
You're actors not gangsters, you live it only in dreams
 
2017.08.16.

Autumn (Look How Cowberry Ripens...)

Look how cowberry ripens,
Summer days became colder,
From a bird cry in silence
My heart's sorrow grew bolder.
 
Flocks of black birds are flying
Far away, beyond blue seas.
Look how all trees are shining
In the rainbow dress through breeze.
 
The sun laughs less, forsaken,
Flowers lost their spring scent.
Autumn will soon awaken
And will cry half-asleep yet.
 
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