A keresés eredménye

Bulgari

When the leaves susurrate, those of the beech trees
When the leaves susurrate, crying for their voyvoda, their captain.[1]
(x2)
 
Your son, mother, married
an enslaved Macedonian girl
They ask us, why are we tired
We can't keep up with the malice
We spit on the Cobra*, we spit on Grisho*
What have they achieved?
According to you, nothing at all
Berbatov* is nothing, Stoichkov* is nothing [2]
They are weak sauce, you are great at everything
You know exactly what success is
You've personally seen others achieve it
Once again, you console yourself with rakia[3]
Once again, you put on your torn clothes
Pharmacy, give the man a pharmacy
Let there be drugs, hand them out without a prescription
If only we can toe the thin line
And, again, we'll be on top
And, again, we'll be trending
'Cause we are
 
Bulgari, Bulgari,
Bulgari, Bulgari
(x2)
 
'Cause we are
 
Bulgari, Bulgari
Bulgari, Bulgari
(x2)
 
When the leaves susurrate, those of the beech trees
When the leaves susurrate, crying for their voyvoda, their captain.
 
Thus the years pass
Relatives sending us money[4]
Hands in our pockets
Eyes on the shop windows
We spit on the weak, we spit on the strong
We hate on the red, we hate on the blue[5]
We spend in the summer, we pinch in the winters
The ending is happy, but only in movies
Thus we live, children of the transition[6]
Our hope - they took it away
We asked them, they denied it
Tears filled the eyes
Even if I believe this about the nation
Even if I follow the established trend
Even if I throw tissues on the floor
One thing I keep telling myself
I know that I can
 
Whenever I fell, I got back up
I'm the son of a heroic tribe[7]
Born at the wrong time
I don't know about you
I've fallen and I've gotten back up
I'm the son of a heroic tribe
I don't bend the knee
I don't know about you
I am
 
Bulgari, Bulgari
Bulgari, Bulgari
 
'Cause we are
 
Bulgari, Bulgari
Bulgari, Bulgari
 

No religion

Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
It means that someone can hear my voice
After all, I'm not alone
 
Give me strength, not a gram more than I need
So I could be there, where honest people suffer undeservingly too often
 
Even if the burden weighs as much as a concrete building
I will bring you back in the forgetfull hearts
Because we lack faith
 
Give me strength so I could help, to spread justice
when it is needed, because it is just not out there
 
Give me strength to decide who goest to Heaven
Because i know people who I would send to Hell
 
Keep mom and dad safe, keep grandma and grandpa safe
Family is our true prize
I kiss my daughter
A consequence of two people
God is one - there is no religion.
 
Punch, punch, my cheek will stay uninjured
Diss, diss, but i respond to you with love
Push, push, there is only a little left
Give it all - the last suit has no pockets
 
Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
It means that someone can hear my voice
After all, I'm not alone
 
This cannot be true, it doesn't sound real
All doctors say that it is completely normal
That after such a complex brain surgery
A speech deformation is completely possible
A loss of moments and fragmented memories
And they talk in percentages, and they put forward arguments
But this, over there, is my dad! He is not a folder and a file
And you cannot erase a simple detail
Without breaking the person and everything he has ever been
And then, why did I start smoking?
And then, why did I start drinking?
And then, why did I get in a fight?
And then, why did I become rotten?
All of these things - another person had decided a long time ago
 
Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
Oh, God, if you are somewhere out there
It means that someone can hear my voice
After all, I'm not alone
 

Fake profile

I bought everything you told me,
(I believed) Every picture in every album that you showed me
Now I don’t believe anything, no matter how beautiful you are
What difference does it make since you’re so fake
 
If I could have not known you, not known you
I would have been able to save some money
You are a fake profile
You are a fake profile
I don't know you, you are a fake profile
 
Dressed down to your ankles in Prada, Armani, Versace
Just another spoilt girl, covered in Givenchy
Just give her money to spend, a lot of wads of cash
Viena, Milano, trinkets, toys…
 
Many shop windows, a lot of gaping at them, tons of makeup, but still transparent
You take only stacks of money, nasty gold diggers
Thirsty for euros, for jewellery, precious stones
What kind of princess are you if you’ve broken so many mattresses, bitch?
 
I bought everything you told me,
(I believed) Every picture in every album that you showed me
Now I don’t believe anything, no matter how beautiful you are
What difference does it make since you’re so fake
 
If I could have not known you, not known you
I would have been able to save some money
You are a fake profile
You are a fake profile
I don't know you, you are a fake profile
 
I’ll put up a billboard with a sign: “Bravo for your movies1, long live NATFIZ” 2
I’m getting sick of it, you don’t have even one soul, but you have 300 profiles
How can I make you part of the team if I know you’ll screw half my people
You won’t choose the one you like better, you’ll choose the richer one.
But if you’re curious, I want something real,
something I can touch
I’ve been through a lot3 , that’s why I can tell you: Fuck you, fake profile
 
You are a fake profile
I don't know you, you are a fake profile
 

• 1. Slang for tricks, schemes.
• 2. Националната академия за театрално и филмово изкуство (National Academy for Theatre and Film Arts ), it fits with his movie theme
• 3. Literally, I carried the cross, a Bulgarian expression

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