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Bryan Herman

[Verse 1]
Ten broken bones, six sprain, it strengthens but I learn to like the benefits of hurting
Board Nozbone, height 8.5 : for my big ankles, I have an extra comfort
Big flow, big pieces, never a such good rapper
really skated
Feeble front, hardflip, never a real skater have been that good in rap
 
[Chorus]
I move by skate
Unusual look of a homeless like Chris Cole
I'm starving, I don't have cash, sound in the ears, I think I'm in San Fransisco
It makes immortal, above the others, have to ride to believe it
I think I'm immortal, have to ride to believe it
 
[Verse 2]
Antoine, it was a real piss drunk, that what the signs say
I already break everything five times
New board, new wrists : i didn't read the instructions
Today, it's gonna skate like an autistic
I'm in shape, I ate six meats
I go down in the street like at the end of the sixties
I'm a real one, not a pisser in cystitis mode
Fuck the rules, fuck the system, roll a big sausage of weed
 
Too much energy in me to sit down
I stay up, I'm always good placed like a feeble
In road trip from Marseille to Marbella
There are some sessions I would've spend my salary
Jumping hundred times on the same steps screaming: 'It's bad'
But I will continue until the scabs on my arms are tired of it
 
It's magic, imagine
I was retighten my jeans in the sewing machine to look like Bryan Herman
 
[Verse 3]
When I was a kid, skate was only cool in USA
(Yeah)
Us, we were living in an uncultivated country (yeah)
Dress well, it's so expensive
Each ride, I had a trasher style
But I never had anything to buy me a sweat (never)
Logo on the t-shirt drew with a posca
We were filming all our sessions, 'till deserving an Oscar
Ask to Jessy, to the Bloby's, to Kamel or to Claude
How many spots we returned on the globe
More we were peace, more they were coming annoying us like Tatie Danielle
There were always assholes who wanted to rob the basket
(Hey)
A bid wood stick, two silver sticks, four hard resin
It wasn't their arms which were winning
 
[Chorus]
I move by skate
Unusual look of a homeless like Chris Cole
I'm starving, I don't have cash, sound in the ears, I think I'm in San Fransisco
It makes immortal, above the others, have to ride to believe it
I think I'm immortal, have to ride to believe it
 
[Verse 4]
I spend my nights spitting lames of stud'
People are so tiny, it makes my soul go above
Skate, it's the same except that when it was giving us a boner to death, it wasn't in the mode yet, shoot
Today, it's hype but I'm too old for medals
And I feel bad if I don't drink a lot of water the morning
This, it's my kryptonite, it's my garlic clove
I'm not doing Thai boxing but I have tibia that look like knives for bread
The modes and brands don't pass the magma
Who knew the knot in the stomach on the four blocs of MACBA?
Certainly not all of these sad followers
I fuck everything that Justin Bieber tweet, I dance like Oliver Twist
 
[Outro]
When I'll blow a fuse
Everyone would except this
I start to look like to all of these sad purists that I hate in the rap
 
So stop me before I become a shit
Please, stop me, it's not me, it's the human nature
 


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2024.11.07.

Where's my head going?





I've forgotten everything I once loved.
And I have nothing left to look forward to
I don't want anything, and I don't want to hear your voice
I've lost my strength
Sober thoughts, tired body
I'm so sleepy
A hard morning and a hundred tries to make sense of it all.
 

Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
I can't sleep again till morning
I've got a lot on my mind
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
Where's my head going?
 


2024.11.07.

Art for 100 (skit)





All my hopes are in shreds
Hundreds of empty dreams
I want so much to believe it's not serious
I can run away from the sun
Or hide from the rain
But no matter how hard I try
I can't run away from myself
 


2024.11.07.

I think I'm tired.





I feel like I'm tired
And I'm dragging myself down a little bit at a time.
Why is everything in spite of me again?
Not a single thing is finished
I feel like I'm tired
I feel like I'm going downhill a little bit.
Why is it all in spite of me again?
There's nothing to be done
 

Strange thoughts timidly escort me to the dawn.
Who can tell me how it happened?
Why is it burning inside?
Through the stupefaction, I wish I could realize something more than a shadow.
I wish I could realize something more than a shadow.
There's a lot of lies
And it can be hard
not to be deceived or to lie to your face.
Time takes its toll
I'd have given up a long time ago
But I'm in trouble
 

I feel like I'm tired
And I'm dragging myself down a little bit at a time.
Why is everything in spite of me again?
Not a single thing is finished
I feel like I'm tired
I feel like I'm going downhill a little bit.
Why is it all in spite of me again?
Not one thing is finished
 

I think I'm tired
I think I'm tired
I think I'm tired
 


2024.11.07.

I've never had fun with you





I've never had fun with you.
And if you ever thought I was yours.
you were wrong, I don't care about you
And I don't care about people like you
You said I was different from them
You were wrong again, I'm not like the others.
I'm very simple and I'm not a hero.
I'll never be different
 

We have serious music, but...
Die.
Die, you bastard! Bastard...
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