Translation of the song lyrics Ochi De Sticla - Marko Glass

Ochi De Sticla (original)

Și văd că vrea să-și revină
Mult prea târziu, mă nenică
Și cine te ascultă, te ascultă cu o ureche străînă (Ha)
Ăștia vorbesc doar de clout, nu înseamnă nimic
Dar înseamnă, că nu văd what you sounding on
Din dormitor am clădit o afacere, ăștia vorbesc while I’m counting on
Arată banii, arătă-ți procentu', să-ți zic cât mai pierzi, un design alone
Lasă imprumutu', și hai să-ți arăt cum mai facem noi banii, no clowning on
(Ching)
I’m make some bands, gon' make some bands, I got my racks up
Dacă mă suni, bani nu vorbești, I’m gonna hang up (I'm gonna hang up)
Tot-tot că la carte, nu jucăm în liga lentă
Și de pe Marte, poți să vezi că ăștia-s made up
Fut banii, am shiny, got three, four on Miley
Petrec o seară, n-am nothing
Vor să mă facă din
Dacă vorbesc, să reții tot ce zic
Nu mai repet nimic, nu-s că ăștia când își deschid gură, au uitat tot ce-au zis
Ceea ce înseamnă, băiete, că sunt mincinoși
They be
Scaun de piele, mășînă
Mă duc, dau vezi să nu vină (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Plan tussina, te văd în beznă, lumina
Nu simt nimic, nu morfină
Ce țipe vrei să, combinăm
Magie pură, nu crimă
Nu vezi nimic, ochi de sticlă
Faruri închise, parcat
Față la bloc, numerar
În față voastră, am har
La spate vorbiți, e clar
Și văd că vrea să-și revină
Mult prea târziu, mă nenică
Și cine te ascultă, te ascultă cu o ureche străînă
Don’t show me love, if that shit ain’t legit
Tired of fakers, they getting the brims
How can they talk, with their mouth full of dick
Lift 'em behind, them I’m paying my rent
I need a big car, and a new coupe, maybe Masseratti în this bitch
They be some big cons, you a fake, I don’t care about the shit you did
Real shit, I don’t feel shit
I needs some bands, to go with my trips
Tons of money, ready the broads
When I come in, all the cameras lit
Why they be acting like they know the jit?
Stop with the cap, and your group gonna split
I need some big racks, just to sleep on, Don’t you think all of 'em listening?
Hunna' inches, TV
If you gon' talk, you should see me
I know you’re trying to, mislead

Ochi De Sticla (translation)

And I can see that he wants to recover
Far too late, I swear
And whoever listens to you, listens to you with a foreign ear (Ha)
They're just talking about clout, it doesn't mean anything
But it means, I don't see what you sounding on
From the bedroom I built a business, they talk while I'm counting on
Show the money, show your percentage, let me tell you how much you lose, a single design
Leave the loan, and let me show you how we make money, no clowning on
(Ching)
I'm making some bands, gon' make some bands, I got my racks up
If you call me, money don't talk, I'm gonna hang up (I'm gonna hang up)
After all, on paper, we don't play in the slow league
And from Mars, you can see that these are made up
Steal the money, got shiny, got three, four on Miley
I spend an evening, I have nothing
They want to make me out of
If I speak, remember everything I say
I won't repeat anything, it's not like when these people open their mouths, they forgot everything they said
Which means, boy, they're liars
They be
Leather seat, car
I'm going, make sure it doesn't come (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Plan tussina, I see you in the dark, the light
I feel nothing, no morphine
What scream do you want, let's combine
Pure magic, not murder
You see nothing, glass eyes
Headlights off, parked
Against block, cash
Before you, I have grace
You talk behind your back, it's clear
And I can see that he wants to recover
Far too late, I swear
And whoever listens to you, listens to you with a foreign ear
Don't show me love, if that shit ain't legit
Tired of fakers, they are getting the brims
How can they talk, with their mouth full of dick
Lift 'em behind, them I'm paying my rent
I need a big car, and a new coupe, maybe Masseratti in this bitch
They be some big cons, you a fake, I don't care about the shit you did
Real shit, I don't feel shit
I need some bands, to go with my trips
Tons of money, ready the broads
When I come in, all the cameras lit
Why are they acting like they know the jit?
Stop with the head, and your group gonna split
I need some big racks, just to sleep on, Don't you think all of 'em listening?
Hunna' inches, TV
If you gon' talk, you should see me
I know you're trying to, mislead