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Corecție
[Verse 1: Muşta]
Întunericul prăbușit va fugi nu va rămâne în locul tău
Vine moartea atunci când se uită în ochii tăi nu va mai răsări încă o dată soarele
Nebuni devin nebuni, schimbarea se schimbă
Vin oamenii: împing, iubesc, se înmulțesc, nu produc, consumă
Mâncând mâncând te termină
Îmbrăcând, beând plimbând-use poluează administratorii
Uitându-te dacă agitația ar hărțui ei cred diferit (Allah)
Cu căderi și ridicări,scufundări și ieșiri,săpând am venit eu în aceste zile billah*
Am niște păcate minoare, iartă-mă te implor ilah*
Am pictat pereții celulei mele complet negrii, vino aici
Dacă nu ai fi fugit de păcate âdemoğlu*
Nu știu asta, nu văd finalul
Trăiești ca și cum o să mori ca satana
Destinul proaspăt amuzant
Trăind fără coloană vertebrală se fălesc lui Ali lovind pe la spate ca Mülcem (tata)
[Nakarat: Muşta]
Doamne te rog ajută-mă
Sunt peste nebunie acești oamnei
Ia-mă lângă tine sau condamnă-mă
Oamenii își taie fratele
Doamne te rog corectează-mă
Acești oameni se obișnuiesc cu minciuna
Ia-mă lângă tine sau omoară-mă
Acești oameni strică ordinea
[Verse 2: Şehinşah]
Am devenit o creatură obosită
A fost prizonier acoperișul meu într-un final aici
Golurile se întind curtea infinită
Fug cu greu sunt obosit jocul Mușta
Nu mi-am găsit și teama dacă a fost vină
Am o datorie mi-e rușine pasărea lup
În temniță arunc un tur fără depresie constant se obișnuiesc rugându-te la amuletă
Care este planul lui D-zeu în legătură cu mine?
Paradisul sau iadul?
Destinul nostru este evadarea? Vin împotriva trecutului meu
La pământ tot ce am eu
Te implor măcar tu crește-mi speranța
Atlas al meu, universul meu
Umilești oamenii (ey!)
D-zeu sa uimit omenia face bine nu e un semn
În mod natural o caut o randomizare, somptuos o lene
Sunt milioane de stele în ele doar una trăiește
Am nu fac priceperea
Numele meu se citește cu greu,miros of
Respir în cor, visele mele negative
Lipsește profeția mea
Nu merge nu o face am curaj
Eeey!
[Nakarat: Muşta]
Doamne te rog ajută-mă
Sunt peste nebunie acești oamnei
Ia-mă lângă tine sau condamnă-mă
Oamenii își taie fratele
Doamne te rog corectează-mă
Acești oameni se obișnuiesc cu minciuna
Ia-mă lângă tine sau omoară-mă
Acești oameni strică ordinea
The scent of fire
Yeah, my lips have dried up
Too much small talk and you ate my soul
We break string with our teeth, we disappoint our parents
I see it with the eye of my mind and I cannot forgive you
Until you broke the bed into two
And I hold your umbrella high and it rains on me, too
From my end, the door has closed
The firefighters have already been called
Since I'm catching fire, fire, fire
In place, place, place
When I see that you lie to me
I can feel you from a block away
It is also a letter without a stamp
I know you
And I'm catching fire, fire, fire
You make fun, fun, fun of yourself
Were were going to have the same name, you and I
But life is unjust, you know, this is how I feel
Refrain:
The scent of fire, it is all that you leave in your wake
When you light up, it is as if you are someone else
The smell of fire, you drilled my heart
In your shadow, in your shadow
Oh yeah, I wonder how many times you'd forgive me
When I see that all you'd give is boulders on my chest
And it is as if I didn't leave, you'd go to the hairdresser
For me to paint my thoughts more, for you to see your color, too
Your life is slipping from under your feet
On your slide created from ordinary lies
Yeah, from my end, the door has closed
The firefighters have already been called
Since I'm catching fire, fire, fire
In place, place, place
When I see that you lie to me
I can feel you from a block away
It is also a letter without a stamp
I know you
And I'm catching fire, fire, fire
You make fun, fun, fun of yourself
Were were going to have the same name, you and I
But life is unjust, you know, this is how I feel
Refrain:
The scent of fire, it is all that you leave in your wake
When you light up, it is as if you are someone else
The scent of fire, you drilled my heart
In your shadow, in your shadow
You ate my soul (yeah)
You melted my heart (aha)
You behave like a lunatic (yeah, it's right)
You transformed into a glass
In the smell of fire
The scent of fire
The scent of fire
Refrain:
The scent of fire, it is all that you leave in your wake
When you light up, it is as if you are someone else
The scent of fire, you drilled my heart
In your shadow, in your shadow
The scent of fire . . . scent . . .
When Spring Comes
I do not know when spring is bound
There'll come the rain to sweep snow clean
But you, my home street, no doubt
In nasty weather are as dear
In this same street when a teenager
I used to fly my pigeons up
At that crossroads over there
I met my first, my first true love
At that crossroads over there
I met my first, my first true love
And now I wish I hadn't met love
So full of you is all my soul
Why do we have love unrequited
That still exists in this wide world?
Why do we have love unrequited
That still exists in this wide world?
When in my street Zarechnaya
All lights go out in the dark
The open hearths of furnace fires
Will blaze on brightly day and night
I do not wish another man's lot
I wouldn't change for the whole world
That entrance point to my steel workshop
That's made a man of me for all
That entrance point to my steel workshop
That's made a man of me for all
The world may boast lots of famed streets
But never change address will I
To me you have become the only
The only main home street in life
To me you have become the only
The only main home street in life
The new beat
Ladies and Gentlemen !
And now....
One century before Jesus Christ
Tired of (dancing) the french Cancan
Discovered a new sound from elsewhere
The beat ! (1)
No, new beat!
The beat!
No, new beat!
The beat!
And Julius Caesar
What was he thinking about al this ?
He was running through the corridors
of his big white palace of marble
He shouted: Who stole my pants ?
And Cleopatra, his lover
She also ran through the corridors
Of his big white marble palace
Yelling: Who will dance with me ?
.... the beat ?
No! New beat !
The beat !
Spartacus and Caligula, ha ha ha
Ben-Hur, the legion, the soldiers
The beat, here we go, Yeeeeees !
And nero, completely mad
Was throwing confetti from the balcony
of his big white marble palace
and while rome was burning
he was playing on his plastic flute
the beat..
no, new beat !
Julius Caesar, Cleopatra, ben-Hur, Caligula
The soldiers, the legion, Nero
everybody danced the beat!
No, new beat!
The beat!
No, new beat!
The beat!
No, new beat!
The beat!
No, new beat!
The beat!