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Ian Barz - McSundae dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


Translation

McSundae


[Verse] Comes with the watch, come with cash, I give you goods, the hustle
We stack up, come on, wait, it's given like charity
I drive with nerves like in Psych, Kyle, they feel the burden
It comes from all sides, we pour Yanni's dust
Passes customs, it's in place, it's put on repairs
They panicked, arrows pass to bring me the money
Coke in Bolivia, the police have no drains, the fans
In another country, ten thousand put to zero, the Bulgarians
She puts it in her mouth, she likes the taste, says it's umami
She prays all night for me to finish on her
I can't sleep, my nose is messed up, I ran out of Xanny
When I go out in the dark, with the Zanni outfit
On my birthday he passed away, may Geani rest in peace
Peace to Horațiu, he's chilling, waiting for the years to pass
Hard as a rock, I hit hard like Fred and Barney
I hop, jumps hard on the dick, Lola Bunny
For family, I step on frames and skulls
Whoever wants can come and get a piece of sleep
My left is full of VVS diamonds, it freezes - like a McFlurry
Wherever I go, I leave a much bigger bribe than Becali
In a cartel, I don't give details, I feel like Giovanni
All trappers have no drains, they all sing like Gwen Stefani
I don't care, I spend money, I fuck in a Ferrari
Those who boast with deeds, they're movies and scripts
I have a special life like a painting with sevens
Wherever I go, I'm full of medals
Speed up, accelerate, like a Pagani
I go to the club, about thirty champagnes are waiting for me
A hit, I shock like Badr Hari
It's in the Champions League, your head is empty, like a Jabulani ball
From zero to a hundred, fast like a Bugatti
I go to Barcelona, I deal with the Moroccans
He thinks he's a wave, Ian is the only tsunami
And they look for her with me, the cowards don't have the guts
Boiling like hell after me, Panzani rice
Money from thirteen from substances, Young Money
They have deeds in Google Chrome, I have animals in Safari
I don't sell it, it's worth ten salaries
I have three hundred in my backpack, I'm smarter than the Spartans
I don't talk about Jiu-jitsu, Kempo, or Tatami
I take all the trappers and smoke them like white Dunhill
Step like in Barça, snort, speed up, Abidal
Eat dick, I say: 'Girl, put butter on your caviar'
If you spend money on clothes, we don't believe you have capital
It's my game, I have no competition, I play a friendly
I lost my soul, I saw death in the hospital
For life and death, my noose or funeral
Alone at home, I sleep with demons, supernatural
I've overcome the fear of death, I have a pact with Satan
I win wars after shaking hands with Baal
You're left with Lucifer, Belial told me
They sent me to Earth to control them because I'm brilliant
People betrayed me, I possessed every rival
I can own history, controlling every pattern
Hey, I'm the supreme demon, I have no vital signs
What I write is real, they have to believe it, a PR scheme
I've already made the country dependent on a chemical
Everything I think is in my little game, like on VR
It's hard for them to believe they see me like a TV series
I can teach the arrogant, but I have my own seminar
 




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2024.11.23.

Putin's War Drags On





Putin's war drags on and on
Since his forces invaded Ukraine.
For two years now, Russian soldiers
Have followed his orders. Imagine the pain!
 

Actually, the Russian attack
Dates way back to twenty-fourteen
When Putin stole Ukrainian land.
The current invasion's a bloodier scene.
 

Life goes on for the rest of the world.
We work we play we party we feast.
Ukrainians are suffering,
But some people don't care in the least.
 

Extremist Republicans who kiss
The ring of king Trump, do not care
If Ukraine falls, or if the country
Is torn to shreds by the eastern bear.
 

If Putin is victorious, then
Other countries may fall as well.
People will suffer, and what's more,
The Russian brute will be hard to repel.
 

Pressure on Putin and aid to Ukraine
Are two ways to put an end to the war.
The dictator already has
A great deal to answer for.
 
2024.11.23.

Tiny Trunk Tyrant





You are a ruler of the largest country
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a ruler of the largest country
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
 

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis
 

You had appeared from a secret spy lair
As a sidekick of a drunkard leader
You brown nosed sneaky way to the top chair
Waged dirty wars with proud highland people
 

You played the system screwing it over
Your friend Winnie the Pooh bear kept your throne warm
You killed or jailed all worthy opponents
Then you began this gore Ukrainian war
 

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
With a tiny penis, with a tiny penis
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
С маленькой писькой, с маленькой писькой
 

Your missiles are your penis extensions
Look at these mighty and sexy shapes
Tanks, cannons and jets are your viagra pills
Without them it's small and down in shames
 

You are high on your doom nuclear weapons
You're drunk on sweet blood of your victims
Still, it won't help with your limp tiny thing
And you are hated just like Adolph Hitler
 

You will be judged by your own saddest people
You've sent great country back to the dark ages
Burn in hot Hell you bloodthirsty dictator
This is what on your grave will be written:
 

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
With a tiny penis, with a tiny penis
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
С маленькой писькой, с маленькой писькой
 

Tiny Tyrant...
Tiny Tyrant...
Tyrant...
 
2024.11.23.

Dicen





[Verso 1]
Dicen que
Dicen que la vida es corta, hay que vivirla ya
Dicen que hay que aprovechar el tiempo
Pero a mí no me va tanto la velocidad
Dicen que
Dicen que este mundo no es de sueños y que hay que trabajar
Dicen que no hay tiempo ni descuentos
Suerte que yo nunca he sido mucho de escuchar
 

[Estribillo]
Y ahora estamos tú y yo
Solos en la habitación
Y no hay nadie más que
Pueda еntrometerse еn mis sueños
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
 

[Verso 2]
Quiero que
Quiero que el rencor pierda memoria y no haya nada que envidiar
Quiero que entendamos que la guerra
Nunca, nunca podrá ser en nombre del amor
 

[Estribillo]
Y ahora estamos tú y yo
Solos en la habitación
Y no hay nadie más que
Pueda entrometerse en mis sueños
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
 
2024.11.22.

Polka 'Twenty-Third' (dance)





The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain,
And that Polish girl was at home.
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home. | 2
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home.' | 2