Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hudba, artist - Delik
Date of issue: 12.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Slovak
Hudba(original) |
Oni na teba zabudli, no ja to nespravím, |
nikdy som nemal nos plný vône peňazí, |
chcel som ťa len zobrať, vystajlovať, preraziť, |
pozornosť a ženy, komu sa to nepáči? |
Musíš mi prepáčiť, občas ťa nechám tak, |
no ty mi nedáš spať a kričíš, že ti nestačí, |
a tak sa zase plavím na tvojich tónoch nocou, |
nechávam každé slovo buchnúť ako petardy. |
Strávili sme spolu veľa dní, |
spravili sme spolu veľa chýb, |
nestačí, keď si krutá, teraz treba klip, |
dostať ťa do rádia a telky, inak nemáš nič. |
Inak nepredáš nič, no ja ťa nechcem predať, |
chcem ťa vedľa seba, nechcem ťa nechať im, |
robím ťa podľa seba, tvrdohlavo, jebať biz, |
dúfam, že ťa v tej záplave svetiel niekde nestratím. |
Po ľavej anjel, po pravej diabol, |
rozmýšľam stále, čo ostane za mnou, |
možno moc váham a možno som blázon, |
ale chcem vyviaznuť z kolotoča s ozajstnou tvárou. |
A ja neviem či chápeš, čo sa s ňou stalo, |
aj keď mi to vadí, tak si neberiem nárok, |
som iba maliar, podaj mi plátno, |
a ja namalujem slobodu, čo závidim vtákom. |
Kým mama varila a ja som sa malý hral, |
so svojou sestrou v izbe, v byte znel z platní sound, |
a ten sme nevedeli dlho dostať z našich hláv, |
nech bola tá muzika akokoľvek naivná. |
Neskôr ma bavil rock, potom ma bavil punk, |
a hip-hop spojil pre mňa jazz, soul, rnb, funk, |
počúval som náreky aj smiech, všetko zo srdca, |
každý ideme životom s vlastnou hudbou, posúď sám. |
A čo s tým MTV, čo už nie je MTV, |
také aké som mal rád, aj tak chcem veriť im, |
že sme zabuchnutí do tej istej osoby, |
a zabúdame pri nej na všetky tie trápne obchody. |
Ktoré ju spútali, musí utiecť ako Django, |
a ja jej chcem pomôcť z okov, tak rozmýšľam ako na to, |
pri nej som stále malým chlapcom, |
a to som dávno chlapom, lebo. |
Po ľavej anjel, po pravej diabol, |
rozmýšľam stále, čo ostane za mnou, |
možno moc váham a možno som blázon, |
ale chcem vyviaznuť z kolotoča s ozajstnou tvárou. |
A ja neviem či chápeš, čo sa s ňou stalo, |
aj keď mi to vadí, tak si neberiem nárok, |
som iba maliar, podaj mi plátno, |
a ja namalujem slobodu, čo závidim vtákom. |
Držím ju pevne vo svetle reklamných panelov, |
blikajúcich banerov, stále s ňou nádhernou, |
nevymením ju nikdy za pár papierov, |
sme si čoraz bližší, čím viac toho máme za sebou. |
Začalo to kazetou, horí vo mne plameňom, |
keď je všetko fajn aj keď padnem fejsom na betón, |
v dobrých časoch, maléroch, s ňou som ready na všetko, |
hocičo, hocikedy, dáme to. |
Po ľavej anjel, po pravej diabol, |
rozmýšľam stále, čo ostane za mnou, |
možno moc váham a možno som blázon, |
ale chcem vyviaznuť z kolotoča s ozajstnou tvárou. |
A ja neviem či chápeš, čo sa s ňou stalo, |
aj keď mi to vadí, tak si neberiem nárok, |
som iba maliar, podaj mi plátno, |
a ja namalujem slobodu, čo závidim vtákom. |
(translation) |
They forgot you, but I won't fix it |
I never had a nose full of the smell of money |
I just wanted to take you, style you, break through, |
attention and women, who doesn't like that? |
You must forgive me, sometimes I leave you |
but you don't let me sleep and you scream that it's not enough for you |
and so I sail again on your tunes in the night |
I let every word go off like firecrackers. |
We spent many days together |
we made a lot of mistakes together |
it's not enough when you're cruel, now you need a clip |
get you on radio and TV, otherwise you have nothing. |
Otherwise you won't sell anything, but I don't want to sell you |
I want you by my side, I don't want to leave you to them |
I make you my way, stubborn, fuck biz, |
I hope I don't lose you somewhere in the flood of lights. |
On the left an angel, on the right the devil, |
I keep thinking about what will be left behind |
maybe I'm too hesitant and maybe I'm crazy |
but I want to get out of the carousel with a real face. |
And I don't know if you understand what happened to her |
even if it bothers me, I don't claim it, |
I'm just a painter, hand me the canvas |
and I will paint the freedom that birds envy. |
While mom was cooking and I was playing, |
with his sister in the room, there was sound from the records in the apartment, |
and we couldn't get it out of our heads for a long time, |
no matter how naive the music was. |
Later I liked rock, then I liked punk, |
and hip-hop combined jazz, soul, rnb, funk, |
I listened to laments and laughter, all from the heart, |
we all go through life with our own music, judge for yourself. |
What about MTV, which is no longer MTV? |
the way i liked it i still want to believe them |
that we're smitten with the same person |
and we forget all those embarrassing deals with her. |
Which bound her, she must escape like Django, |
and I want to help her out of the shackles, so I'm thinking how to |
I'm still a little boy with her |
and I've been a man for a long time, because. |
On the left an angel, on the right the devil, |
I keep thinking about what will be left behind |
maybe I'm too hesitant and maybe I'm crazy |
but I want to get out of the carousel with a real face. |
And I don't know if you understand what happened to her |
even if it bothers me, I don't claim it, |
I'm just a painter, hand me the canvas |
and I will paint the freedom that birds envy. |
I hold her tight in the light of billboards, |
flashing banners, still with her beautiful, |
I will never trade her for a few papers, |
we're getting closer the more we've been through. |
It started with a tape, it burns inside me with a flame, |
when everything is fine even if I fall face down on the concrete, |
in good times, bad times, with her I'm ready for everything, |
anything, anytime, we'll do it. |
On the left an angel, on the right the devil, |
I keep thinking about what will be left behind |
maybe I'm too hesitant and maybe I'm crazy |
but I want to get out of the carousel with a real face. |
And I don't know if you understand what happened to her |
even if it bothers me, I don't claim it, |
I'm just a painter, hand me the canvas |
and I will paint the freedom that birds envy. |