| Love Song (original) | Love Song (translation) |
|---|---|
| Haha … okay | Haha... okay |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na | Na, na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na | Na-na-na, na-na-na |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na | Na-na-na, na-na-na |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na | Na, na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c’mon!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c'mon!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) |
| I dwell in the darkest of places | I dwell in the darkest of places |
| Planet Earth, everything tasteless, everybody sound kinda brainless | Planet Earth, everything tasteless, everybody sound kinda brainless |
| Roll the herb and play the verse | Roll the herb and play the verse |
| Staying immersed in crime, think politics perverse | Staying immersed in crime, think politics perverse |
| Every day is like May the first in Haymarket Square | Every day is like May the first in Haymarket Square |
| Heard a lot of martyrs there | Heard a lot of martyrs there |
| Making everybody’s shit list | Making everybody's shit list |
| Government to corporate, take back the gas and water shit | Government to corporate, take back the gas and water shit |
| Class War in effect | Class War in effect |
| Autonomist populace, hardcore to the death | Autonomist populace, hardcore to the death |
| Anti-fascista, John Carpenter creature | Anti-fascista, John Carpenter creature |
| Terrorising grooves made to reach ya | Terrorizing grooves made to reach ya |
| Custom built to feel, fuck paying for brand new clothes | Custom built to feel, fuck paying for brand new clothes |
| And looking good for your bros, huh | And looking good for your bros, huh |
| I rock a rag with a bloodstain on it | I rock a rag with a bloodstain on it |
| And get more props than I wanted | And get more props than I wanted |
| Make you feel like. | Make you feel like. |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na | Na, na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c’mon!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c'mon!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) |
| I want a summer of love, feeling good, got someone to love | I want a summer of love, feeling good, got someone to love |
| John Lennon, no Gods, no nothing above | John Lennon, or Gods, or nothing above |
| Rock Steady Crew cutting a rug | Rock Steady Crew cutting a rug |
| On the mic like Soulsonic, 808 drum is a drug | On the mic like Soulsonic, 808 drum is a drug |
| Stuck in my room, nothing to do | Stuck in my room, nothing to do |
| Getting paranoid, feeling like Iran with a bucket of crude | Getting paranoid, feeling like Iran with a bucket of crude |
| Twenty-six thousand nukes with nothing to do | Twenty-six thousand nukes with nothing to do |
| McDonald’s and them Reeboks coming for you | McDonald's and them Reeboks coming for you |
| Need a cupboard of food and a roof and I’m straight | Need a cupboard of food and a roof and I'm straight |
| Fucking utter contempt if you run up and tempt fate | Fucking utter contempt if you run up and tempt fate |
| Back in the tenth grade was a Don Juan | Back in the tenth grade was a Don Juan |
| Cutting school in the days, ducking rays from a cop car | Cutting school in the days, ducking rays from a cop car |
| With a Posca on the same bus my dad drove | With a Posca on the same bus my dad drove |
| Did he care? | Did he care? |
| Fuck nah | Fuck nah |
| I’m a chip off the old block | I'm a chip off the old block |
| Pissed off and never get a break outa life, but so what? | Pissed off and never got a break out life, but so what? |
| Uh! | Oh! |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na | Na, na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c’mon!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c'mon!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Rising above like Rollins in Black Flag | Rising above like Rollins in Black Flag |
| Pissing in your Louis Vuitton handbag | Pissing in your Louis Vuitton handbag |
| Treating 'em worse than the Grand Dragon in the Klan | Treating 'em worse than the Grand Dragon in the Klan |
| Vents taking a stand, propaganda by the bedside lamp | Vents taking a stand, propaganda by the bedside lamp |
| Your blood on your boyfriend’s Skyline floor | Your blood on your boyfriend's Skyline floor |
| Let the eyeline pour when it’s time for war | Let the eyeliner pour when it's time for war |
| You denying the dinosaur | You deny the dinosaur |
| Swearing that God created man, but God enslaving man | Swearing that God created man, but God enslaves man |
| With the church and the capitalists | With the church and the capitalists |
| 2007, still both tryna gaffle my shit | 2007, still both tryna gaffle my shit |
| Had to resist, accurate, how could it miss? | Had to resist, accurate, how could it miss? |
| Game of death, Billy Lo type powerful fist | Game of death, Billy Lo type powerful fist |
| Kind of weird like having a brisk | Kind of weird like having a brisk |
| Cutting your child’s dick to get closer to God, it sounds sick huh | Cutting your child's dick to get closer to God, it sounds sick huh |
| I see 'em in the club spazzing out | I see 'em in the club spazzing out |
| But smoking ice ain’t nothing to brag about | But smoking ice ain't nothing to brag about |
| I make you wanna. | I make you wanna. |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na | Na, na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c’mon!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c'mon!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!) |
| Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) | Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!) |
| Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) | Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!) |
| Hah-ha yeah, it’s a love song | Hah-ha yeah, it's a love song |
| Get your food, eat your dinner, get your desert | Get your food, eat your dinner, get your desert |
| Sing along! | Sing along! |
Translation of the song lyrics Love Song - Vents
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In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:09.10.2008
Song language:Gaelic
Age restrictions: 18+
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