Translation of the song lyrics Uyan - Grom, Sahtiyan

Uyan (original)

Uyan, bu gece deli bi' seremoni var
Uyan, serecek önüne düşeş bi' zarla
Uyan, içindeki ateşi çıkaran var mı?
Uyan, bizi tanımanın artısı var
Gökyüzüne bak!
Bu bi' kuş, bi' uçak
Hayır, Sahtiyan kanat takarak yakacak
Her şey aynı kapak, sonun hiç olacak
Dürüst olurdu mat ya da ezik kalarak
Kaçış şeref kaça kat, kara para akarak
Haramla göbek yakarak maraz doğacak
Bi' gece seni boğacak o gece benim olacak
Çare, savaş sonsuz, yavaş
Kanka yol yol, bize her yer hor hor
Bizimkiler kor kor, acımaz çeker four-four
Oğlum sanarsan kanarsın yanarsın
Taparsın sahte krallara bu sanal yarışta
Harama kul olanın Metin Oktay taçsız
Söverim suratını ben gelince rahatsız
Çöllerde su gibiyim, muhtacım beat’e
Aksi MC varsa yapar desise
Tibet’te keşişe Roma’da azize
Dedim hop benim lyrics şuan göklerde
Seninki yerlerde foseptiklerde
Ner’de fabrikasyon stil copy+paste'le
Keşke deyse bokun bi' boka benzese
Böyle pis kokmaz ki konu değil neyse
Pan flüde üfledi, nice ağaçlar terledi
Labirent düzledi, kardeşim üzmedi
Kardeşi kendini aynada görmedi
Bu kız beni görmeli demeli
Başına kazak örmedi ya da belki yemedi
Bu gece uyandırma servisi ateşte

Uyan (translation)

Wake up, there's a crazy ceremony tonight
Wake up, roll a falling dice in front of you
Wake up, does anyone have the fire inside?
Wake up, knowing us is a plus
Look at the sky!
It's a 'bird, a' plane
No, Sahtiyan will burn with wings
It's all the same cover, you'll never end
He would be honest by being dull or lame
How much is the escape honor, by flowing black money
By burning the belly with haram, a disease will be born
One night will drown you, that night will be mine
Remedy, war is endless, slow
Bro road by road, we are all over the place with contempt
Ours are smoldering, ruthless pulls four-four
If you think my son, you will bleed, you will burn
You adore false kings in this virtual race
Metin Oktay, who is a slave to the haram, is without a crown
I'll show your face off when I come
I'm like water in deserts, I need the beat
Otherwise MC will do it if it says
monk in Tibet, saint in Rome
I said hop my lyrics are in the sky now
Yours is in the septic tanks
Fabricated style copy+paste in Ner
I wish your shit looked like shit
It doesn't smell so bad
Pan blew the flute, many trees sweated
The labyrinth straightened, my brother didn't upset
His brother did not see himself in the mirror
This girl should say she should see me
He did not knit a sweater on his head or maybe he did not eat
Tonight wake-up service is on fire