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Il Ghost - 20 ALBANESI dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


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20 ALBANIANS


(Ah, yeah, Il Ghostin, a.k.a. the family, a.k.a. the bisha)
(A.k.a. the bisha, grr-pow)
The 8th of August of 1991, when in the port of Bari a ship came in loaded with twenty thousand Albanians
 
Ma-Ma-Ma-Made in Albania, Albanians in Tirana and Albanians in Milan
(I-I-I) I wake up Milan in RS6 when we go around
(Sh-sh-sh) She sees the money and the good life, says: 'I love you'
(I-I-I) I am of the streets, I have a real iron, not Ferragamo
 
Around with twenty Albanians, are you sure that you want problems?
(You-You-You) You speak about my life, after, when you live it, you shake (You-you)
Balaclava cala, Kalashnikov, directed from Calabria
Don’t talk with me about mafia, don’t talk with me about Yugoslavia
Baby gyal, baby gyal, baby gyal
She wants me, she wants a criminal boss
The club trembled, cheeks make clap
La-latina girl asks 'What’s up?'
I am the bisha, they call 'bisha'
We are 'bisha' , you are bishas
Inside locals we are Albanians
We go around in thirty, we do fights and we are
 
Ma-Ma-Ma-Made in Albania, Albanians in Tirana and Albanians in Milan
(I-I-I) I wake up Milan in RS6 when we go around
(Sh-sh-sh) She sees the money and the good life, says: 'I love you'
(I-I-I) I am of the streets, I have a real iron, not Ferragamo
 
Benz, Audi, fast life, Maserati
We are coming to pick you up, we all are mad
You cried at home, they entered you
You closed in the bathroom, say it to the public
I listened to your album
But it was shit, I took it off right away (Hey)
Cold like in Kosovo
Li-li-like a shell
I shoot three shots in the air even if we aren't at a wedding
I have a demon inside me and this stupid girl sends me emojis
We are everywhere, bro, Albanians in every angles
Bro, I am here, bro, come here quickly
I put the sixth, my G waits for me
Hello my G find me a Beretta
Come on sooner than I’m angry with anyone
My life fast life, runs fast
My Albanians is a savage lion
At this turn I don’t need guns
Because I know my voice is enough for me
 
Ma-Ma-Ma-Made in Albania, Albanians in Tirana and Albanians in Milan
(I-I-I) I wake up Milan in RS6 when we go around
(Sh-sh-sh) She sees the money and the good life, says: 'I love you'
(I-I-I) I am of the streets, I have a real iron, not Ferragamo
Ma-Ma-Ma-Made in Albania, Albanians in Tirana and Albanians in Milan
(I-I-I) I wake up Milan in RS6 when we go around
(Sh-sh-sh) She sees the money and the good life, says: 'I love you'
(I-I-I) I am of the streets, I have a real iron, not Ferragamo
 




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2024.10.05.

Missing





I'll search for you every day to the source
like a salmon that swims upstream
and, defying the arrows, the bears, and the fishermen
arrives at the season of love.
 

I'll search for you in the eyes of the last friend,
I'll listen to the tolling of an ancient heart.
I'll search on the body of a lonely woman
the last “I love you” lost in her throat.
 

Dear missing love,
where have you gone, where have you ended up?
Dear missing love,
they threw you away like a dress.
 

They no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
you haven’t seen “love”,
I asked an old poet
but they had broken his pencil.
 

I'll search for you among the desks of an old schoolhouse
where in your book I left you a pansy.
I'll search in a song of revolution
another feeling and a song.
 

I'll search for you every day to the source
like a salmon swimming upstream,
a little hero at the risk of dying,
you give life to the sea for love.
 

Dear missing love,
where have you gone, where have you ended up?
Dear missing love,
they threw you away like a dress.
 

And they no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
you haven't seen 'love',
I asked an old poet
but they had broken his pencil.
 

Dear missing love.
 

~~~~~
 

Dear missing love.
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn't forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn't dreamed
It hurts so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more peace
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

It hurts so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart of one who hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that they haven’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of her kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”