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In our hood 2

They profit from the situation, bastards!
 
Some are better,
others are worse,
some struggle to make ends meet,
others wait for it to fall into their lap,
this is since time immemorial.
 
[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test
 
[Cheloo]
2-10, I shove my dick in it, here it comes now
2-10, *ah*
 
[Cheloo]
In our hood, in the future, some think
Axis mundi will pass through the Union's water closet
We the pagans responsible for recession's sake
With the hope of redemption we say YES to felony
In our hood, meaning in the periphery
Non-commencement of prosecution and divorce constitute joy
Money is electric current if you want allegory
When the ATM doesn't have a candle, it1 bounces out of warranty
In our hood, our A-grade hood,
Everybody wants to make money and leave
The square wheel goes round with bribe or cold blood
Life stands still but time goes on
In our hood, the bottle champions know that
Stupidity can't be cured with plum brandy and fiddle
The poor don't cast shade content with whatever comes by
And if you inhale deeply, it smells of fear
 
[Dan Gerosu]
In our hood, the sun rises for free
Like tertiary syphilis right after catharsis
Cannabis clouds give an optimistic air
'Cause we piss on the rainbow and on neo-communism
In our hood, icons don't perform miracles
And they don't laugh, and they don't cry, and they don't heed prayers
We are immune to preaching, and above passions
We keep pervese desires hidden among weaknesses
In our hood, among so many ruins
You can still find Romanians who feel Romanian
We believe in ourselves exclusively because options are zilch
And we don't take orders regardless of pressures
In our hood, with or with no connection
Kids come out of pussy from mothers without dick
Love don't equal dough, turbofolk don't equal culture
A portrait of the fighter as a young man is not a caricature
 
[Alan]
I hold my dick in high regard, since April '86
In a hood where they make jokes that don't catch on to masses
All roads lead to the precinct and nothing's for free
And charity means fucking yo momma
In our hood, they swear with subtle style
So I shove my dick in yo dead is just a figure of speech
I have no beef with anyone, that's why this is no diss
But I figured I'd shove my dick in yo momma as I promised you
In our hood, all of us here were wondering
Why would you need a SWAT team just to pick up one gram
Dirty money shines like epaulets in a Logan2
Mostly no one lifts a finger for you because that's the norm
On equal footing we all drink in the hood
You could say it sucks, we wouldn't want it any different
Thugs with character, from which you can learn stuff
We go to sleep on Thursday night, we wake up drunk on Monday
 
[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test
 
[Calles Calientes Rapstrolirical]
The reality of my neighborhood I think is different from yours
similar things happen *g-yeah, g-yeah*
There, heads explode as if they were pumpkins
In our neighborhood we grew between shootings
Marking skull, all pay their sentence
They want to live in peace but we are children of war
In my neighborhood I see children with possessed looks
who are full of rancor and with an empty belly
They kill you for less than a salary
This is wild Colombia, assassins' crib
My neighborhood is no exception
we live in hell but there is motivation
I am what I am because I grew up in a neighborhood
humble, dreaming, but always practiced
With anyone I fell upon but I got up
Immortal are these hot streets
fight after fight now we are stronger
Threat is not equal to death
in my neighborhood they go about breaking your forehead
Embedded in your mind
 
[Ombladon]
In our hood, with the boys in a lame light
They study moonshine all night long
For years I've been in school, wasted
Where Grasa de Cotnari3 was my deskmate
In our hood, it's pretty awesome
So many things can be seen here, but nothing you would frame
Biting the bullet and with a lever you can evade hunger
Here, you go to work when everyone is asleep
In our hood, between the smoke and booze
We also shove a bit of culture in our noggin
Here, we play dice when books don't help
We hold our own, we celebrate our birthdays at night
In our hood, we accentuate drama
You live in a single room but you have a 3-camera phone4
In our hood, there's no time for chit-chat
If you go to sleep stupid, when you wake up5 you'll still be stupid
 
[Cheloo (x2) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam...
Life is an exam, the street remains a test
 
[Cheloo (x3) + scratches by FreakaDaDisk]
I foresee that I, meaning we, ain't gonna give up
 
[violin by Daniel Lazăr]
 
  • 1. the money
  • 2. Dacia Logan is a car model, also used by the Romanian Police.
  • 3. Grasa de Cotnari, literally 'The Fat of Cotnari', is a Romanian brand of wine.
  • 4. Witty language here. In Romanian, 'camera' can also mean chamber, room.
  • 5. Witty language here. In Romanian, it can mean either 'wake up' or 'wise up'.


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Mazari - 御呪い dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
2025.03.19.

Good Luck Charm





I give up. Goodbye.
Whatever goes around comes around1
 

Lalalalala
 

An ordinary, unhappy story you can find anywhere.
Come and look. Come and see. The opening bell is ringing.
Child A: 'Hey, is that thing annoying? Recently.'
Child B: 'Right? Hopefully she'll die soon.'
Child C: 'Ah! I'll bring flowers for her desk2 lol'
Now, everyone say it together.
'My condolences'
 

A good luck charm.
 

I give up. Goodbye.
This utterly decayed world,
I'll offer it to you.
Resentful words woven night after night.
Let's stay friends forever -- come on, pinky swear.
 

Papa, Mama, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me for leaving before you.
Thank you for loving me.
I was happy.
Every day, I wept.
I'm sorry I caused you to worry.
Please don't worry about me.
Forget about me, okay?
 

A good luck charm.
 

I give up. Goodbye.
Perform a cursing ritual3
One after another,
Grudges are heard night after night.
Look, flowers bloom behind the school building where my friend is buried.
 

Lalalalala
 

I hate everyone.
As for the memories, let them remain beautiful.
The red fruit burst,4
Stabbed over and over again.
 

I give up. Goodbye.
Once more holding hands,
Together forever.
A dizzying swirl between dream and reality,
I fall into a bottomless black hole, never to return.
 

I give up. Goodbye.
A gloomy Sunday.
I give up. Goodbye.
Morning will never come again.
 

Lalalalala
 
  • 1. Lit. 'putting a curse on a person makes two graves'.
  • 2. Putting (white) flowers on someone's desk means the person wishes that the owner of the desk will die.
  • 3. The specific phrase refers to a cursing ritual where someone visits a shrine at 2 am and nails a doll representing a person to a tree, wishing for said person's death.
  • 4. This is a title of a story told in Japanese elementary school textbooks about experiencing first love.



Ngọt - Em Trong Đầu dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
2025.03.19.

You In My Head





I’m sorry
For holding your hand in my head
For going crazy over you in my head
Because I’m that kind of person
Cuz it’s not easy to hold your hand in person
Please forgive me
For living with you in my head
Reading books and comics with you on the same bed
Forever be my soulmate in my head
Even if no one is beside me in real life
 

We built a beautiful home together in my head
Star twinkles as our love takes flight
 

Oh what a distant world
I just keep dreaming about it
To hold, to hold your hand again
And caress your hair in the night
Yeah yeah yeah
 

Still dreaming
That you’d realize there is someone next to you
Someone who’s looking after you
Looking at you lovelily
Though no one is beside me in real life
 

We built a cute little castle together in my head
Everyday I come out to see you come back
 

Oh what a distant world
I just keep dreaming about it
To hold, to hold your hand again
And caress your hair in the night
Yeah yeah yeah
 

Still dreaming
That you’d realize there is someone next to you
Someone who’s looking after you
Looking at you lovelily
Though no one is beside me in real life
 

Forever be my soulmate in my head
Even if no one is beside me in real life
Forever be my soulmate in my head
Even if no one is beside me in real life
 


MASA WORKS DESIGN - ハッピードライヴコンピューター (happi doraivu konpyuutaa) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
2025.03.19.

Happy Drive Computer





Singing is just a program, emotions aren’t needed.
But for you, the one who loved machines so dearly, I want to sing from the depths of my heart.
 

Everything is lost,
Yet, the machines keep singing.
I stand alone, you are no longer here.
I stand alone, you are no longer here.
Even an android with no heart can still cry, you know.
Falling in love makes my circuits ache, So I erase the data… but the pain remains.
 

I want to know more about humans—Why do they cry? Why do they hurt?
Please, tell me, someone…
Your memories, my memories—Glowing, flickering, shining so bright…
But why does my body tremble? Why does it hurt?
 

In the future that awaits, will you still be there? I want to be cherished, I want to have a purpose.
I don’t understand life or death—I just keep moving, guided by suffering.
Singing is just a program, emotions aren’t needed.
But for you, the one who loved machines so dearly, I want to sing with all that I am.
 

Everything is lost,
Yet, the machines keep singing.
I stand alone, you are no longer here.
I stand alone, you are no longer here.
Even though I am just an android, I understand everything now.
Soon, I will stop functioning. I don’t want that. I don’t want that!!
 

If I could see a world filled with light, Could I change? Could I become something more?
Please, someone, tell me!
Painful memories, joyful memories—I will hold them close, embrace them all,
And keep moving until the day I break.
 

When my time comes, who will be by my side? Who will watch over me? I don’t want to be alone...
I don’t want to disappear into silence. This burning aches deep inside…How do I make it stop?
Will anyone understand these thoughts trapped within me? Please, don’t let me go.
Hold my fragile, mechanical body... Make me believe that I was loved.
 

How many years have passed…? Since you, the one I cherished, vanished from this world? I...
I don’t remember anymore. I don’t remember you anymore……S-SYSTEM FAILURE...!!
 

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A miracle has come to this broken machine... Finally, I understand you.
I want to go where you are. Please, reprogram me, fix this broken soul of mine.
Singing is just a program, emotions aren’t needed.
But for you, the one who loved machines so dearly, I want to sing from the depths of my heart.
 
  • 1. I forgot how to sing… I’m breaking down…I can’t do anything anymore. Please, my God, please…Let me sing… even if no sound comes out…



Sylvie Vartan - Tu n'as rien compris dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
2025.03.19.

You didn't understand anything





I've broken all of my piggybanks
The secret of tenderness and of desire
Wasted treasures of love for you
I've cried rivers of bitterness
Waited hours, nights, moons
Checkmate - and I'll tell you why
 

You didn't understand anything
Understand anything
You didn't understand anything
You really didn't understand anything
Such a shame
 

I'm leaving, I'm running away, I'm fading away
Leave the space beside your heart to whomever wants it
Love is out,
It's the end of the road for me
 

You were completely wrong, you lost your bearings.
You're completely off the mark when it comes to love.
I loved you.
You didn't understand anything at all.
 

You didn't understand anything
You didn't understand anything
Such a shame
You didn't understand anything
Understand anything
 

I waited for a word, a smile, a call
Eyes that I could tell think I'm beautiful
I phone call just to tell me 'hello, I love you'
 

You were blind, you didn't hear anything
You hid your eyes and your heart behind your hands
I love you
You didn't understand anything at all.
 

You didn't understand anything
Understand anything
Such a shame
You didn't understand anything
You really didn't understand anything
Such a shame
 

You didn't understand anything
Understand anything
You didn't understand anything
You really didn't understand anything
Such a shame
 

And I dash, I run, I'm flying away
And I dash, I'm not crazy
You didn't understand anything
You didn't understand anything
 

You didn't see that this was really love
You didn't understand anything
No, didn't understand anything
No, no, no, no
You didn't understand anything
No, didn't understand anything