Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rise Of The Sun, artist - O.S.T.R.. Album song Podróż Zwana Życiem (wersja czysta), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2019
Record label: Asfalt
Song language: Polish
Rise Of The Sun(original) |
Gdybym tylko do czarów ja miał dostęp |
Bym Bałuty przeniósł na Majorkę |
Nie obchodzą mnie trendy a' la Bravo |
Wolę oceanu błękit jak z Galapagos |
Plaża, słońce, skala konkret |
Dla nas stopnie temperatury w normie |
Hamak, walkman, w barach z ponczem |
Nie problem, się nie bój, o hałas po dziesiątej |
Relaks i luz niemal zmienia nasz grunt |
Nie ma, że melanż bez Niemena tu |
Enigmatic, oderwani od pracy |
Więcej atrakcji od Las Vegas kasyn |
B-boy klasyk, do góry nogami |
W podróży do granic możliwości między figurami |
Chcesz zobaczyć? |
dla ludzi jak Magik |
Sami swoi, między nimi, chmury, kluby, gruby Chronic |
Nie ma z szampana kaskad |
Za to żar bije z nas, jakby tu był Madagaskar |
Daj mi tu bit z Megablasta |
Nie ma biednych, bogatych, tylko free, dawaj mic’a |
Cała prawda scala nas jak łycha, pięć deko grill na wakacjach |
Raz, dwa, sprawdzam ziołowe bogactwa |
Astma nie daje mi żyć, życie daje mi Asfalt |
I wish I could take my crew up out of here |
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere |
I’d build a studio on an island |
A life with no stress this is happiness |
We could make our music on the beach |
And we could dance with the sand under our feet |
There’s no need for money on this island |
Cause everything is free, we’ve got everything we need |
Co poza tym, jak Komeda serce mam |
Astigmatic oddycham powietrzem na |
Astygmatyzm pogoda na szczęście mam |
Jazdy grafik, to droga na miejsce, stan |
Mapy — traffic, życie w korkach |
Godziny, minuty, nie ma czasu na kontakt |
Przeniósłbym Bałuty na Wyspy Zielonego Przylądka |
Mi pasuje, jak oreo do lolka |
Wody otchłań, nieba żar zabiera nas do siebie |
Eden wie, że szczerze możesz go tu spotkać |
Nowy rozkład, nie ma jak bikini |
Twarz anioła, z boską linią, oczy nie mogą się rozstać |
Unikat, ziemię wrzątek przenika |
Czy mam pisać na płytach, «gorące, nie dotykać»? |
Symbolika, jak u Gemmell’a Skilgannon |
Fantazje miast gdzie nie umiera tożsamość |
I wish I could take my crew up out of here |
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere |
I’d build a studio on an island |
A life with no stress this is happiness |
We could make our music on the beach |
And we could dance with the sand under our feet |
There’s no need for money on this island |
Cause everything is free, we’ve got everything we need |
Dla wszystkich na imprezie mających styl i luz i chill |
B-boy'i kręcących się wkoło do płyt, prosty funk |
To czysty prawdziwy hip-hop, rzuć na bit |
Beatbox, graffiti, mix, ekipy, HaOs, Tabasko feat, chodź i sprawdź |
Dla bliskich uderzenie w kark, Killing Skills |
Nie pozostawiamy po sobie nic tylko ulic zryw — łódzki staff |
I wish I could take my crew up out of here |
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere |
I’d build a studio on an island |
A life with no stress this is happiness |
We could make our music on the beach |
And we could dance with the sand under our feet |
There’s no need for money on this island |
Cause everything is free, we’ve got everything we need |
(translation) |
If only I had access to magic |
That I would move Bałuty to Majorca |
I don't care about trends a 'la Bravo |
I prefer the ocean blue like from the Galapagos |
Beach, sun, concrete scale |
For us, the temperature degrees are normal |
Hammock, walkman, punch bars |
No problem, don't be afraid of the noise after ten |
Relaxation and looseness almost change our ground |
There is no such melange without Niemen here |
Enigmatic, detached from work |
More attractions from Las Vegas casinos |
Classic B-boy, upside down |
On a journey to the limit between figures |
You want to see? |
for people like Magician |
They are their own, between them, clouds, clubs, thick Chronic |
There are no cascades of champagne |
But the heat beats us, as if Madagascar was here |
Give me a Megablast beat here |
There are no poor, no rich, only free, go mic |
The whole truth brings us together like a bucket, five barbecue grill on vacation |
One, two, check the herbal wealth |
Asthma does not make me live, life gives me Asphalt |
I wish I could take my crew up out of here |
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere |
I’d build a studio on an island |
A life with no stress this is happiness |
We could make our music on the beach |
And we could dance with the sand under our feet |
There’s no need for money on this island |
Cause everything is free, we’ve got everything we need |
Besides, I have a heart for Komeda |
Astigmatic I breathe air on |
Fortunately, I have astigmatism |
Driving schedule is the way to the place, state |
Maps - traffic, life in traffic jams |
Hours, minutes, no time to contact us |
I would transfer Bałuty to Cape Verde |
I like oreo for lolek |
The abyss of water, the heat of heaven takes us to Himself |
Eden knows you can honestly meet him here |
New schedule, nothing like a bikini |
Angel face, with a divine line, eyes cannot part |
Unique, the earth is permeated with boiling water |
Should I write on CDs, "hot, don't touch"? |
Symbolism, like Gemmell Skilgannon |
Fantasies of cities where identity does not die |
I wish I could take my crew up out of here |
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere |
I’d build a studio on an island |
A life with no stress this is happiness |
We could make our music on the beach |
And we could dance with the sand under our feet |
There’s no need for money on this island |
Cause everything is free, we’ve got everything we need |
For everyone at the party with style, fun and chill |
B-boys spinning around to the records, simple funk |
It's pure real hip-hop, throw it on the beat |
Beatbox, graffiti, mix, crews, HaOs, Tabasko feat, come and check it out |
For loved ones, a blow to the neck, Killing Skills |
We leave nothing behind, only Zryw streets - staff from Łódź |
I wish I could take my crew up out of here |
And move my block to a tropical atmosphere |
I’d build a studio on an island |
A life with no stress this is happiness |
We could make our music on the beach |
And we could dance with the sand under our feet |
There’s no need for money on this island |
Cause everything is free, we’ve got everything we need |