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Egy pirulától pici leszel
egy másiktól meg nagy
de attól semmi nem lesz
amit a mamád ad
Ugye, Alíz? most óriás vagy
 
És ha követned kell a nyulat
és előrelátod a mélyt
Ott lenn egy vízipipázó hernyó
fura szavakkal megkért
Hogy hívd Alízt, most törpeként
 
A sakktáblán a bábuk
pattogva utasítgatnak
Az imént egy gombát ettél
és a tudat elpattan
Hívd Alízt, ő ebben van
 
Ha a logika és értelem
már szilánkokra hullt
és a huszár rászuhasé
és a királynő lesújt
Emlékezz, mint Mormota úr,
valamit igyál,
valamire gyújts!
 

Rave With The Tough Guys

Shut up, mum, just cause he's in jail
 
Cause she just wants to rave with the tough guys
Not every time, just some times
Extra brisk pace, not so much to think about
She just wants to bounce to the good songs
She just wants to rave with the tough guys
Rave, tough, tough, rave, tough guys
She just wants to bounce to the good songs
Bounce to the, bounce to the good songs (Ooh)
 
She knows all the streets of Inner City (What)
Fed up with all the fancy places of Inner City (What)
Tonight there's a party in the forest (What)
Far away from both people and the law
And here are men, who makes smaller men hide
Men, who hasn't seen much water when they party
All that she wants (Wooh)
Superlikes on her Tinder
 
They are happy to be a suburb
Tinted windows so that you know it's a sick crate (Yeah)
You don't need to wait when you're going home cause
It's the type that always pick you up (Great)
In a Beamer (Beep beep)
They trust each other with a trimmer
2 milimeter hair and a matching bag with The Rock
Then you're ready for a drip to land
 
Cause she just wants to rave with the tough guys
Not every time, just some times
Extra brisk pace, not so much to think about
She just wants to bounce tto the good songs
She just wants to rave with the tough guys
Rave, tough, tough, rave, tough guys
She just wants to bounce to the good songs
Bounce to the, bounce to the good songs
 
She just really just wants to go out and push upwards
Don't wanna sit and spit in cocktails
She wants to pick apples and bake a cake
Fuck hip hop, jumpstyle is back
And she likes a tattoo or two
She likes a big arm filled up with Synthol
As long as it's big enough, you're good with her
Good body, mate, fuck, you kept it well
Wow, he doesn't have a students loan, he has money
He's wearing Evisu, someones nice
[?] bro, are you shrimp?
I don't think she's going home with you, no (Haha)
Not tonight (Nope)
Cause she just wants to be wild tonight (Yep)
So if you want to talk or chill tonight
Then it's not your night (Huh)
 
Cause she just wants to rave with the tough guys
Not every time, just some times
Extra brisk pace, not so much to think about
She just wants to bounce to the good songs
She just wants to rave with the tough guys
Rave, tough, tough, rave, tough guys
She just wants to bounce to the good songs
Bounce to the, bounce to the good songs
 
Her new profile picture is snapped on Amager Fælled
The old one was with the boyfriend, which is now outdated
She got herself a man one-and-a-half her ex
There's a bass on the backseat, so the front seat is for sex (Ooh)
 
Cause she just wants to rave with the tough guys
Not every time, just some times
Extra brisk pace, not so much to think about
She just wants to bounce to the good songs
She just wants to rave with the tough guys
Rave, tough, tough, rave, tough guys
She just wants to bounce to the good songs
Bounce to the, bounce to the good songs
Rave, rave, rave with the tough guys
She just wants, she just wants to bounce to the good songs
Rave, rave, rave with the tough guys
She just wants, she just wants to bounce to the good songs
 

ALGO QUE TÚ NUNCA PODRÁS SER

Oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
 
No quiero dormir hasta tarde
Porque tengo algo que demostrar
Tengo que tomar lo que odio para finalmente hacer un movimiento
No creo en ti y toda esa mierda que no haces 
Pues, voy a asegurarme de
No me convertiré en ti, ¡ja!
No tengo arrepentimientos, sí
Me lo tatuaré en mi pecho
Nunca olvidaré lo que es estar en deuda
Apuñálame en la espalda apuesto a que te demuestro que pasa
Pásame el micrófono y te lo mostraré con acción
 
Siento este dolor
Tú ya lo sabes
Convierte eso en ganancias, deja que mi dinero se muestre
Tengo cosas que no puedo dejar ir
Mírame convertidme en algo que tú nunca podrás ser
 
Siento este dolor
Tú ya lo sabes
Convierte eso en ganancias, deja que mi dinero se muestre
Tengo cosas que no puedo dejar ir
Mírame convertidme en algo que tú nunca podrás ser
 
Entonces, pelear y pelear y morir
Por las cosas que tú sabes que amas 
Haz lo que pienses que es lo correcto es tu vida haz lo que quieras 
 
Entonces, pelear y pelear y morir
Por las cosas que tú sabes que amas 
Haz lo que pienses que es lo correcto es tu vida haz lo que quieras 
 
Entonces, dame todas las cicatrices 
Soy un ser humano
Cúbrelos con tatuajes 
Entonces, no puedes ver
Lo supe desde un principio
Que tenías problemas conmigo y las cosas que podrían haber sucedido
Solo desearía haber percatado antes
 
Siento este dolor
Tú ya lo sabes
Convierte eso en ganancias, deja que mi dinero se muestre
Tengo cosas que no puedo dejar ir
Mírame convertidme en algo que tú nunca podrás ser
 
Siento este dolor
Tú ya lo sabes
Convierte eso en ganancias, deja que mi dinero se muestre
Tengo cosas que no puedo dejar ir
Mírame convertidme en algo que tú nunca podrás ser
 
Entonces, pelear y pelear y morir
Por las cosas que tú sabes que amas 
Haz lo que pienses que es lo correcto es tu vida haz lo que quieras 
 
Entonces, pelear y pelear y morir
Por las cosas que tú sabes que amas 
Haz lo que pienses que es lo correcto es tu vida haz lo que quieras 
 

Valakit szeretni

Mikor az igazságról kiderül, hogy valójában hazugság
és az összes kedv, ami benned van, elmegy.
Nem akarsz valakit szeretni?
Nincs szükséged valakire, akit szerethetsz?
Nem akarnál valakit szeretni?
Jobb, ha találsz valakit, akit szerethetsz.
 
Mikor a kerti virágok, édesem, elhervadnak, igen
és a fejed megtelt dühhel.
Nem akarsz valakit szeretni?
Nincs szükséged valakire, akit szerethetsz?
Nem akarnál valakit szeretni?
Jobb, ha találsz valakit, akit szerethetsz.
 
A szemeid, azt hiszem, a szemeid olyanok, mint az övé,
de a fejedben, drágám,
attól tartok, nem tudod hol is van.
Nem akarsz valakit szeretni?
Nincs szükséged valakire, akit szerethetsz?
Nem akarnál valakit szeretni?
Jobb, ha találsz valakit, akit szerethetsz.
 
A könnyek folynak, áh, folynak le a mellkasodon
és a barátaid, kicsim, úgy kezelnek, mint egy idegent.
Nem akarsz valakit szeretni?
Nincs szükséged valakire, akit szerethetsz?
Nem akarnál valakit szeretni?
Jobb, ha találsz valakit, akit szerethetsz.
 

Xenophotopia

Stoic, listless, thoughtless
Dismal, seemingly dead
He shits himself here
No!
 
No god finds its way here
His belly is quite full
His head is fat and empty
No!
 
Indolent and dumb
Stubborn until death
No god finds his way here
No god comes anymore
Listless, thoughtless,
doesn’t anything new cross his mind?
No!
No!
 
Stoically he’d rather just shit himself instead
No god finds its way here
His belly is quite full
His head is fat and empty
No!
 
Indolent and dumb
Stubborn until death
No god finds its way here
No god comes here anymore
 
Brothers, drink,
drink and join in!
 
Brothers, drink,
drink and join in!
Ah, if only you could turn back time
Brothers, drink and join in!
Stoic, listless, thoughtless
Dismal, seemingly dead
We just have to turn back time
All you have to do is turn back time
 
No god finds its way here
His belly is quite full
His head is fat and empty
No!
 
Indolent and dumb
Stubborn until death
No god finds his way here
No god comes here anymore
 

Natans

Salt still burns in her eyes1
Exhausted, she kneels in the sand
Before her, only dark night
Behind her there is no way back2
 
Just try to imagine
Could you do it? Not me
 
Not here, not like this
She thinks
While I do what I live for
 
Do you sometimes mistake
Your apathy for selflessness
Like I do?
 
Not here, not like this
She thinks to herself
While I do what I live for
 
Can you say that if that were here,
you wouldn’t have left?
How can you dare to pretend
That you’d stay when everything is burning around you?
If you hear thunder, you run
If there’s a fire, you flee
And if the boat capsizes, you just swim on3
And no one looks for it
That little spot where it all starts4
That we already have within5
Don’t you also sometimes think
What a blessing, to be on dry land?
It could just as easily be your shipwreck6
 

• 1. Technically, in the original German, this is singular, and doesn't use a possessive ('salt still burns in the eye') -- so it is ambiguous as to whether it refers to the 'she' introduced in the next line.
• 2. Literally, 'no way leads back'
• 3. Literally, 'if it thunders, you run/ if it burns, you flee/ and if you capsize, you just swim' but I thought this sounded more natural without significantly changing the meaning.
• 4. A looser translation that I considered but ultimately rejected: 'this spark that sets it all off'. While 'spark' is not an accurate translation of 'das Fleckchen', it better fits with the connotation of 'losgehen' that I think is intended here: it does mean 'to start', but it's informal, like 'to kick off' in English, and it's also used to mean 'go off' -- bombs, for example, 'gehen los' in colloquial German just like they 'go off' in colloquial English.
• 5. Literally, 'that one already carries with oneself'
• 6. 'die Havarie' means 'accident' or 'disaster', but from what I can see, is more commonly used as a term of art in insurance to refer specifically to shipwrecks and plane crashes, and given the immediately preceding reference to being on dry land as well as the earlier one to capsizing, 'shipwreck' seemed more apt.

Berceuse

Hush!
Don’t you hear the rustling?
They sit in the walls
and know who you are
Don’t you notice
how they constantly stare at you?
Close your eyes and see
how the world congeals
Everyone’s just sleepwalking
Will we ask ourselves:
“Why did we do nothing?”
Sit!
Make yourself comfortable
Sit back and enjoy the production1
They feed you2 and disembowel you along the way
Will we ask ourselves:
“Why did we do nothing?”
Why does it seem to me as if half the world is just counting sheep?
I'd just really like to know “who’s the one who came up with that?”
Close your eyes, nothing will happen to you
Just new specters3 with old ideas
Why does it seem to me as if half the world is just counting sheep?
I'd just really like to know “who’s the one who came up with that?”
 

• 1. In the original German this line is just 'enjoy the production', but the added 'sit back and' makes it fit the meter and doesn't materially change the meaning.
• 2. 'atzen' specifically refers to feeding young animals, generally birds (imagine a mother bird regurgitating food to feed her young). It can, of course, also be used humorously, ironically, or pejoratively with a person, as it is here.
• 3. I translated this as 'specters' rather than 'ghosts' because I suspect that it is supposed to be an allusion to Karl Marx's quote 'A specter is haunting Europe -- the specter of Communism', which uses 'Gespenst' in the original German. However, I suspect that in this case, the specters are the right-wing parties rising to prominence across Europe, rather than communism.

Tardigrada

Hangenberg1, Permian-Triassic 
Different from other kids,
His name was Qizil Beg, son of Tuman.
 
Courageous and Brave,
His house were mountains.
 
Forests were his tents,
Feared by tyrants, Qizil Beg.
 
Born with blood in mouth,1
Named by his father.
 
Rode on a horse,
And killed the corrupt judge, Shar Pend.
 
The wealth looter, leader of the Borganids,2
was killed by Qizil Beg.
 
Young Qizil Beg was the son of the steppes!
 

• 1. Qizil means read. He was named for being born with blood in his mouth.
• 2. This is a fictional tribe.

Drought

The walls of the soul crack and a ray of light escapes
How beautiful to see the vine blooming in the wasteland.
Even a skeptical man carries with him a small prayer,
In the time of drought as we await the blessed rains.
 
Even if you are terribly worried,
Do not lose hope, believe in love,
There is no peace or tranquillity
You are frightened and bitter too,
I'm your brother, don't forget
Even if you are a little distant.
 
With closed eyes, I hear your voice
You invited me to the tent of your solitude,
We are small flames in a big bonfire
We forget, that in the time of a drought, everything burns and is consumed.
 
Even if you are terribly worried,
Do not lose hope, believe in love,
There is no peace or tranquillity
You are frightened and bitter too,
I'm your brother, don't forget
Even if you are a little distant
In a time of drought
 

Ej, hullik, hullik a harmat

Ej, hullik, hullik a harmat(ocska),
Aludj, két szemecském,
Aludjon az enyém, aludjon a tiéd,
Aludjunk, lelkem, mindketten!
 
Ej, esik, esik a november,
Százszor üdvözöld a kedvesem,
Üdvözöld kedvesemet, a szürke galambot,
(mondd neki) Hogy már soha nem térek vissza.
 
Ej, esik, esik az eső(cske),
Miért vagy szomorú, Janicsek,
Miért vagy szomorú,
Miért sírsz,
Sóhajtozó(?) kedvesem?
 

Thorns

Thorns
It's everything that left in me the flowers you gave me withered meanwhile roads I walked in now I'm Repeating my footsteps after I didn't find what I was looking for
everyone has a right to dream paper boats on the water I wanted just to sail the farthest I'm a human from nowhere who is looking for just a reason to breath
look I built us a house when he was born I gave what I didn't have thorns that are reminding by force that don't let forget are stabbing us and don't let go
everyone has a right to dream paper boats on the water I wanted just to sail the farthest I'm a human from nowhere who is looking for just a reason to breath
everyone has a right to dream paper boats on the water I wanted just to sail the farthest I'm a human from nowhere who is looking for just a reason to breath
 

Wake Up

The terror, the loathing
The voices of war
and brotherly hatred 1
which increases every day
 
Old age is (seen as) embarrassing
They die here from shame
in their voices they whisper
and you remain silent
 
Wake up
Wake up
Beloved motherland
Because we are very tired,
need some rest.
Wake up
Wake up
beloved (dark) motherland
we live only once in a lifetime
Give (us) a bit of love
 
Violence, humiliation
racism towards aliyah
and another child who's afraid to return home
The terror, the loathing
The voices of war
and brotherly hatred 1 which increases every day
 
Wake up
Wake up
Beloved motherland
Because we are very tired,
need some rest.
Wake up
Wake up
beloved (dark) motherland
we live only once in a lifetime
Give (us) a bit of love
 
And give me the power
to love you
Some small corner to be happy
How hard it is sometimes to forgive you
 

• A Hebrew expression meaning hatred between members of the same (ethnic) group, lit. 'hatred of brothers'

Ilana

My sweetness, oh Ilana
My sugar, oh Ilana
You are still the color of the rainbow
You are like an orchard after the rain
You word and the end of all wars
When I see you
I see good days
Let us love each other until we are old
 

Különös hatás

Különös hatással vagy rám,
bírom ezt.
 
Különös hatással vagy rám,
szeretem.
 
Fehérré varázsolod a világomat,
a sötétségemet kifehéríted, ó, igen.
Különös hatással vagy rám,
és ezt szeretem, szeretem.
 
És szeretem, ahogy megcsókolsz,
nem tudom, nekem kellene-e,
de ez az érzés, ez szerelem, és tudom,
ezért érzem jól magam.
 
Különös hatással vagy rám,
bírom ezt.
 
Különös hatással vagy rám,
szeretem.
 
Fehérré varázsolod a világomat,
a sötétségemet kifehéríted, ó, igen,
különös hatással vagy rám,
és ezt szeretem, szeretem.
 

The Butterfly Effect

[Couplet 1 : Youssoupha]
Prim’s Parolier
Rhymes as explosive as nitro so that the competition on the mic can't deny it.
If it gets to insults leave out the mothers.
If in my lines you miss the end go ahead, rewind.
It's freestyle but
I don't talk about weed and sky [whisky] but about the street and its rifraff themselves.
My rap's always fresh, it's like I'm brand new
Your rap's all the same, it's like a choreographed Kuduro
I do all the work, my heart in the winter season
My brother, struggling to keep his head above water, is waiting to be discharged.
In fact a convict who escapes
Is as rare as Jean-Pierre Pernaut speaking to Kemi Seba
Our enemies separate us, war based on low blows
Who talks about 'rap game'? I haven't been playing for a long time.
I have no more time for negotiations
Our lives are so short that if they made them into films they'd call it a festival.
Courage is the thing to do. One lone visionary
I come from the slums of Kinshasa, call me Slumdog Millionare.
Like all those from Africa who come to have a set of wheels
Who grow up on a scorched earth but not Roland-Garros
I'm watering the bad luck that escorts me, how do I launch myself?
Happiness is at my door but I need to cross the threshold of poverty.
I think of my undocumented uncles, it's dramatic
But for some papers they could claim to be the father of Rachida Dati's kid.
They give us the smooth talk despite the effort
Didn't wait for the 'crisis' to see that poverty has taken hold.
Guadeloupe is revolting, France is in excitement,
You thought you'd see La Compagnie Créole you got the LKP
A survivor, thanks to success I'm not a delinquent,
But I take the Metro again to get back the inspiration I had 5 years ago.
Yeah, I've changed and I show it
From now on I write my conscious lyrics in the paper Le Monde
Remember my illiterate name, you want me to weaken
If I've called you a fool, consider it a euphemism.
Too many enemies in the plot without warning
Notice that when people talk behind my back only my ass is looking at them.
I'm on the sidelines but in the machine I'm the gravel
To hold up Paris with my rhymes and the butterfly effect.
 
[Transition : Youssoupha]
Ok, yeah, I told you you'd never heard French rap.
 
[Chorus: Youssoupha & Maitre Gims]
I move forward eyes closed, fists clenched, stomach in knots
I have all my limbs for the moment, praise be to God.
I've taken hits and I have to admit
But praise be to God, praise be to God
I move forward eyes closed, fists clenched, stomach in knots
I have all my limbs for the moment, praise be to God.
I've taken hits and I have to admit
But praise be to God, praise be to God
 
[Verse 2: Youssoupha]
Since I started to excel in music certain friends have become adversaries,
It's ironic, like dying the day of your birthday.
Find your own way brother, don't touch my wheel
I'm a Black Panther like Tupac Amaru's mother.
I'm seeing red in this French rap and its situation
I refuse to share its doubts and carry its complexes.
You rap but you “f*** the States”, pathetic.
Where have you seen a reggae man from here who says “f*** Jamaica”?
Don't be naive. I want to heal my life
By fighting tooth and nail even a long way from my shore.
Yes Africa's far, I'm condemned without playing the star
But if I fall put me in the same cell as Joey Starr
That will allow me to not cut myself off from hip-hop
Between Snoop and Lollipop, I have my verses on my iPod
My friend, rappers are pale copies
To get my music out of the crisis I need inspiration more than HADOPI
Adopted son of Marianne the harpy
Become my wicked stepmother, adverse to my genes
And I like when on the net you open your mouth but careful:
Your Facebook wall will be your Wailing Wall
Bambaataa's tempation is finished
I have the feeling of a rap where even speech isn't understood
Where MCs start a 'clash' to cheer themselves up
But in the Hostile 2006 freestyle Medine wasn't the one stuttering.
Scared by the death in my letters
Because in the end life is just a sexually transmitted disease.
I stay invisible but in the machine I'm the gravel
To hold up Paris with my rhymes and the butterfly effect.
 
[Chorus x2]
 
[Outro : Youssoupha]
Praise be to God, brother
Thank you for the talent that he grants us to practice this art that is rap
Black music and the butterfly effect
The butterfly effect is when
I lay down a rap kilometers away from you
We don't even know each other
And you're sitting at home with your MP3
And look how you move your head
That's the butterfly effect
A hip-hop where the message of one can make us move in our millions
 

Domino Effect

We leave all the opportunities open,
We leave a thread of air on the windows
Twenty thousand leagues under the blankets,
make me see if the desire remains with you
always sweating without an objective
only at night.
We remain nude hanging by a thread
that goes
from my legs to your eyes.
Show me love when you return.
 
I've always wanted to hurt myself with you
Let's play our games with the light.
I've always wanted to hurt myself with you
Let's play our games with the light.
 
And you know why
We spend all our lives in search of sense
that no, isn't there.
And I like it more being on the floor
on you.
And if we must go down,
let's go down
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect.
 
We come out in pieces from the domino effect,
if a certainty collapses and starts panic.
There is a promise in your body
to keep.
If they know all your secrets,
just deny it,
in order to sweat without having
more thoughts only at night.
We remain nude like yesterday
And what do you do if I put a blindfold on my eyes?
Show me love when you touch me.
 
I've always wanted to hurt myself with you
Let's play our games with the light.
I've always wanted to hurt myself with you
Let's play our games with the light.
 
And you know why
We spend all our lives
in search of sense
that no, isn't there.
 
And I like it more being on the floor
on you.
And if we must go down,
let's go down
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect.
 
And you can use me
like I use you.
Just enough to feel again
 
I've always wanted to hurt myself with you
Let's play our games with the light.
I've always wanted to hurt myself with you
Let's play our games with the light.
I've always wanted to hurt myself with you
Let's play our games with the light.
I've always wanted to hurt myself with you
Let's play our games with the light.
 
And you know why
We spend all our lives
in search of sense
that no, isn't there.
And I like it more being on the floor
on you.
And if we must go down,
let's go down
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect,
with the domino effect.
with the domino effect.
with the domino effect.
 

Cry to You

Versions: #3
I'm going, to cry to you
Be strong up there.
My longing, like doors
That open in the night.
 
Forever my brother, I'll remember you.
And we'll meet at the end, you know that.
And I have friends, but even they pale
In your maddening light.
 
When you're sad, you go to sea,
That's why it's salty.
And it's so sad, that gear can be handed in,
But longing can't be.
 
Forever my brother, I'll remember you.
And we'll meet at the end, you know that.
And I have friends, but even they pale
In your maddening light.
 
And like waves we break,
Onto the shore of life.
 

Legion (S)

Your arms are safely sheathed
And you are cautious like a beast
What happens if this march
Is but sham scenery of fate?
The ones who make your team
Including you don’t know what
The end is like...
 
Into dreams, at slow footpace
There comes the Legion on
Giving up the bridgehead
To fires
We are frontline fighters
With our lot
 
We are marching at the war
Entitled “It’s my life”
With the trophy of a home,
And love and friends
But we come to think of 'why?”
When at the graves
What for?
 
Into dreams, at slow footpace
There comes the Legion on
Giving up the bridgehead
To fires
We are frontline fighters
With our lot
 
A sweet baby’s sleeping calmly
He’s the next to challenge fate
Life means holding our heart well
At the gunpoint
 
But all this way eventually
Will be a must for all
Someone sooner, someone later
With one result
And the more we get deprived of,
The more powerful we grow!
Just when...
 
Into dreams, at slow footpace
There comes the Legion on
Giving up the bridgehead
To fires
We are frontline fighters
With our lot (x2)
 
Legion's on!
 

If you want to come back

Your silence
Speaks for you
Your smile
The light of dawn
A voice in the air
Makes me remember you
 
A frase
To describe me
With no limites
To love you
I feel so much longing
For that look
Keeps asking me
 
I wasn't thinking straight
I was just thinking of myself
It was selfish of me I know
I take all the blame for this end
 
But if you want to come back tomorrow
You don't need to bring anything
I've kept everything you left
Inside my chest your love is stored
I've learned the way
That love Isn't for loving alone
Not even the rose will be born with no thornes