prijevod:
STREET CHILD
ANOTHER DAY ENDS IN FEAR
Another day ends in fear...
This is a story about a street kid
that didn't learn to love
he learned only to beat and steal
'cuz there's no more good people
in the middle of the road
the opposite - today people kill for money
disease that's spread to paper
when you have a lot you become happy
but you forgot the meaning long ago
you are a narc, on cold, hard cash
squeezed, seems like you have no juice in you
inject another check & shekel to your pocket
everything suddenly seems the same
you sold yer life
for the size of a number
and nothing's left
you simply wanted more and didn't know why
when you had already very much
you wanted some more
bills from wall to wall, under the rugs
and when it got cold out, you froze inside.
Another day ends in fear, I can't sleep
another night unsatisfied, looking for a place
Another day ends in fear, I can't sleep
another night unsatisfied, looking to just love.
Another lout pretending to be the man*
not succeeding in the world, gotta survive
satan on one shoulder, angel on the other
not really present, he's beaten, 69 revol'n
he holds the holster, gun ready for action
living in an illusion, more like a metaphore
they don't give - you take,
they beat you - you murder,
16 yrs. completed for a lad without being led
dummy he thought he'll live for eternity
he didn't expect a bullet in the forehead
stabs and tears, cemeteries,
nightmares
the gang's girls are w*s
all are hot-tempered, players of strength
another lad picked just as he began to bloom
don't say 'pity' another child's a criminal
you finished the university of life
with the degree "zichrono liv'rachah"
(of blessed memory)
Another day ends...
"absorbents" with big eyes don't have girls
don't have money, place to live, or class
gold around the neck - (arabic)
and the whole world keeps a distance from you
the sky's the limit
and as much as you jump ya won't get there
but you shed sabotage clothes without sweat
indeed everything has a price
even life, just flash some cash
I said there's not a monopoly, you'll fall
in this disease one doesn't fight fading
suddenly different things happen
the door creaks, steps,
lights flicker, you are in a maze grid!
Easy money exists only in movies, fantasies
and sometimes in the underworld too
your scratch became a real wound
they call it passion of dirty gains.
Another day ends...
Monkey see, monkey do, grab cover
weight your steps well before the job
watch out, don't grab a bullet in the head kid
liberate yourself donkey, don't be difficult
stuborn like a mule
it's important, think again before you return
pity, it'll be another sad story
'cuz sometimes you're up, sometimes down
so you don't end up
with a face from wind over Balata
for he who clicks the trigger first, lights up
"he's dead?" no! in jail til' his last day
he's "baller brawler", pimp, a shot-caller*
go you dummy, he ran, you won't win the gun
he thought he had a back(bone)
but a tail got his back
lifted his feet, flew, ran away, left him
inside, everyone knows you have balls
just don't end up like a porn on the face*
Post je objavljen 27.08.2006. u 21:33 sati.