Translation of the song lyrics Keby (Parkovisko Boys) - Gleb

Keby (Parkovisko Boys) (original)

What’s up?
Vieš čo, celý víkend som bol v herni, aj by som došiel, keby mi tak hrozne
nešla karta
Hehe, tak ty si dobrý chudec
Trunk music shit, okay, yeah, yeah
Napriek každému hovnu, ktoré sa im stane
Parkovisko boys budú sedieť v káre a pumpovať bass
Tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo
Napriek každému hovnu, ktoré sa im stane
Parkovisko boys budú sedieť v káre a pumpovať bass
Tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo
Keby som ten večer vedel, že budú náckovia vonku
Tak nemám na sebe skejtový cap a mikinu punk is not dead
Keby som vedel, že príde motherfuckin' virus, tak by som určite nekúpil
exotickú dovolenku za päť
Keby som vyrástal na slušnejšom sídlisku, nemal by som vtedy v deckej tak veľa
rapových discov, fakt
Keby som nechodil so stokármi, romákmi von, nekradol by som v obchode,
v štrnácti nemal v hube joint
Keby si mi vtedy povedal, že príde 2000 hlav na môj solo koncert,
tak sa zasmejem no dobre, fakt
Keby viem, že skončím na plagáte v puberťáckom časáku, tak dnes nerobím hudbu,
mám to na háku, fakt
Keby si ma neriešil ak zmyslov zbavený debil, tak by ma až tak netešili všetky
prémie a ceny, fakt
Keby som vedel ako otrasne to dopadne, nezúčastnim sa ani jednej jeblej
reklamnej kampane, fakt
Keby som vedel, že môj opitý homie pašuje v taške ľahké drogy, tak neskončím
sedem hodín so zasratými Arabmi a našimi babami v súdnej policajnej čakárni na
švédských hraniciach, fakt
Keby si nebol naivný, tak by si vedel, že dievčatám nestačí iba princ na bielom
koni
Dobre by si vedel, že namiesto princa potrebujú whip, no a na ňom dvesto koní,
fakt
Keby ťa netrápila moja nová hudba, tak práve teraz nepočúvaš aký sme prinesli
sound, fakt
Keby som dopredu vedel, že budeš lenivý dement, do teba nevkladáme peniaze a
čas, fakt
Keby som nebol misantrop a samotár, tak fellas nemám iba pár, možno by ich bolo
viac, fakt
A keby neexistovali všetky tie keby, tak to asi neni také zaujímavé
Napriek každému hovnu, ktoré sa im stane
Parkovisko boys budú sedieť v káre a pumpovať bass
Tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo
Napriek každému hovnu, ktoré sa im stane
Parkovisko boys budú sedieť v káre a pumpovať bass
Tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo, tak čo
Keby som nebol interpret, tak ma nezastavujú policajti každý deň
Doklady, otázky čo robím, kam idem
Snažím sa vysvetliť, že nemám smer
Jazdím z bodu A do neurčitého bodu B
Celú noc rozmýšľam, počúvam beat, píšem text
Už som mal skoro punch a ty ma vyrušuješ
Už som mal skoro bar a váš kolega o pár blokov ďalej robil pred hodinou to isté
tiež
Vraví mi: «Ok, rozumiem, nejste náhodou ten?»
«Ktorý spieval rýchly život, rýchle BPM?»
Ano, ten
«Tak dajte podpis na CD mojej dcére, ktorá vás žerie a na prekročenú rýchlosť
zabudneme, man.»
Aight, oni vravia, že som sa zmenil
Ne, to neni pravda, to len ty chceš tomu veriť
A ževraj moje tracky nie sú také isté, okay
To bude tým, že je v nich príbeh a zmysel
Niekto sedí ticho, len aby ho bolo počuť
Ja nahrávam CD, to je ventilácia mozgu
A keby som v rádiu nepočul tvoj track
Tak sa teraz nehanbím za to, že som človek
Showbiznis je ta najtrapnejšia vec a ty vieš, že Gleb je dnes jeho súčasťou
Nie som si istý, že tam patrí moja hudba, ale keby som tu nebol,
tak by to bola nuda
A keby neexistovali všetky tie keby, tak to asi neni také zaujímavé
Sedime v kufri, sedime v kufri, nosíme v kufri svet, nosíme v kufri svet,
sedime v kufri, sedime v kufri, nosíme v kufri svet, nosíme v kufri svet,
v kufri skate, nosíme v kufri svet, sedime v kufri

Keby (Parkovisko Boys) (translation)

What's up?
You know what, I was in the game room all weekend, I would have run out if I felt bad
the card did not work
Hehe, you are a good poor man
Trunk music shit, okay, yeah, yeah
Despite every shit that happens to them
The parking lot boys will sit in the car and pump the bass
So what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what
Despite every shit that happens to them
The parking lot boys will sit in the car and pump the bass
So what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what
If I had known that night the nags would be out
So I'm not wearing a skate cap and a punk is not dead sweatshirt
If I knew there was a motherfuckin' virus coming, I definitely wouldn't have bought it
an exotic vacation for five
If I had grown up in a more decent housing estate, I wouldn't have had so much in my childhood
rap discs, actually
If I didn't go out with the stokers, the Roma, I wouldn't steal from the store,
at fourteen he didn't have a joint in his mouth
If you had told me then that 2000 people would come to my solo concert,
so I'll laugh, well, really
If I knew I'd end up on a poster in a teenage magazine, I wouldn't be making music today,
I'm hooked, really
If you didn't treat me like a demented moron, I wouldn't be so pleased with all of them
premiums and prizes, fact
If I knew how horrible it would turn out, I wouldn't have participated in a single damn thing
advertising campaign, fact
If I knew my drunk homie was smuggling soft drugs in his bag, I wouldn't quit
seven hours with the fucking Arabs and our women in the court police waiting room at
Swedish borders, fact
If you were not naive, you would know that a prince in white is not enough for girls
horses
You know well they need a whip instead of a prince, but two hundred horses on it,
the fact
If you weren't bothered by my new music, you wouldn't be listening to the one we brought right now
sound, fact
If I had known in advance that you would be a lazy demented person, we wouldn't have invested in you and
time, actually
If I wasn't a misanthrope and a loner, I only have a few fellas, maybe there would be more
more, actually
And if there weren't all those ifs, it probably wouldn't be so interesting
Despite every shit that happens to them
The parking lot boys will sit in the car and pump the bass
So what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what
Despite every shit that happens to them
The parking lot boys will sit in the car and pump the bass
So what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what
If I wasn't a performer, I wouldn't be stopped by the police every day
Documents, questions about what I'm doing, where I'm going
I try to explain that I have no direction
I'm driving from point A to an unspecified point B
All night I think, listen to the beat, write lyrics
I almost had a punch and you're interrupting me
I almost had a bar and your colleague a few blocks away was doing the same an hour ago
Too
He tells me: «Ok, I understand, aren't you the one by any chance?»
«Who sang fast life, fast BPM?»
Yes, that one
«Then sign the CD of my daughter who eats you and is speeding
we'll forget, man.»
Aight, they say I've changed
No, that's not true, that's just what you want to believe
And my tracks are not so sure, okay
This will be because there is a story and meaning in them
Someone sits quietly just to be heard
I'm recording a CD, that's brain ventilation
And if I hadn't heard your track on the radio
So now I'm not ashamed to be human
Show business is the most embarrassing thing, and you know that Gleb is part of it today
I'm not sure my music belongs there, but if I wasn't here
then it would be boring
And if there weren't all those ifs, it probably wouldn't be so interesting
We're sitting in a suitcase, we're sitting in a suitcase, we're carrying the world in our suitcase, we're carrying the world in our suitcase,
we're sitting in a suitcase, we're sitting in a suitcase, we're carrying the world in our suitcase, we're carrying the world in our suitcase,
skate in the suitcase, we carry the world in the suitcase, we sit in the suitcase