Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mlha , by - Viktor Sheen. Release date: 16.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Czech
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mlha , by - Viktor Sheen. Mlha(original) |
| Koukají na mě divný oči z drog |
| Aspoň doufám, že to neni z mejch slok |
| Lidi zažívají stavy z mejch slov |
| Jejich pohledy studený jak Coke jsou |
| Je jako posedlá, leze na strop |
| Ať je to cokoli, neni to zlo |
| Bez mojí hudby neudělá krok, proč? |
| Ale po mý muzice se nechová jak děvka |
| Ale nutí jí to psát všem: «Co děláš dneska?» |
| Co s tebou dělá moje deska? |
| Nezkoušej na mě tyhlety gesta |
| Bitches se rozjedou a nemůžou přestat |
| Bitches se najedou a klidně můžou nespat |
| V čase, kdy temno vylejzá ze stok |
| Zaplivaný ulice a divný stavy — to je moje město |
| Zmrdi vyrůstali v jinejch poměrech a jsou z jinýho těsta |
| Tamhleto je moje ulice a pod tim mostem moje kresba |
| Ale pamatuju, že to včera nebylo tak prázdný jako dneska |
| Děcka fetujou, po klubech kolabujou, když jede můj set, neboj se |
| Jsem jen pozorovatel a bojim se, že nemám emoce |
| Já nemám tep, já tu nejsem |
| Já vlastně ani nevim kde jsem, je to jinej den |
| Je to jinej svět, je to jinej sen |
| Já pouštim hudbu, čekám až mě odnese pryč |
| A já vidim mlhu a v ní blok, kde si lidi kopou vlastní hrob |
| Ráno teče do nich další lok (Ráno teče do nich další lok) |
| Nenávidim to a miluju to, už jsem si zvyk nasávat smog |
| Já miluju ticho než padne ten drop |
| A já vidim mlhu a v ní blok, kde si lidi kopou vlastní hrob |
| Ráno teče do nich další lok (Další lok, yeah, whoop) |
| Nenávidim to a miluju to, už jsem si zvyk nasávat smog |
| Já miluju nejvíc to ticho, co nastane než padne drop |
| Koukají na mě divný oči |
| A kdyby byly mý bary mosty |
| Hořely by v plamenech, musel bys skočit |
| Řekni mi jakej je to pocit |
| Tady zmrdi znají moje sloky a já znám tyhle ulice jak svý boty |
| Vidim jak přicházej o rozum, někomu nalítli fízlové do domu |
| Týpek je hlodavec, někdo přijde o hlavu |
| Město je v mlze, celý město v obalu a obalený v kouři |
| Zvedá se vítr, je tu bouře |
| A je tu ráno, práce, vyměníš práci za práci, z bláta do louže |
| A chci, aby se mý boys měli fajn |
| Dohání je život, oni utíkaj |
| Dělat pro někoho, na to neni time |
| Kam vítr tě smete jako molitan |
| Řekni mi od kolika do kolika |
| Tvoje hodiny tě denně polykaj |
| Kdo nad tebou stojí jako policajt? |
| Mý lidi to znaj, mý lidi znají to |
| Město bílý jak Silent Hill |
| Až do smrti budu milovat ty streets |
| Já vidim ty známý tváře v něm |
| Ale nikdo z nich neodpovídá mi, nikdo z nich mě už nevidí |
| A já vidim mlhu a v ní blok, kde si lidi kopou vlastní hrob |
| Ráno teče do nich další lok (Ráno teče do nich další lok) |
| Nenávidim to a miluju to, už jsem si zvyk nasávat smog |
| Já miluju ticho než padne ten drop |
| A já vidim mlhu a v ní blok, kde si lidi kopou vlastní hrob |
| Ráno teče do nich další lok (Další lok, yeah, whoop) |
| Nenávidim to a miluju to, už jsem si zvyk nasávat smog |
| Já miluju nejvíc to ticho, co nastane než padne drop |
| (translation) |
| Weird drug eyes look at me |
| At least I hope it's not from my stanza |
| People experience states from my words |
| Their views cold as Coke are |
| She's obsessed, she's climbing the ceiling |
| Whatever it is, it's not evil |
| He won't take a step without my music, why? |
| But she doesn't act like a whore after my music |
| But it forces her to write to everyone, "What are you doing today?" |
| What is my record doing to you? |
| Don't try these gestures on me |
| The Bitches start up and can't stop |
| Bitches will run in and they may not sleep |
| At a time when darkness is coming out of the sewers |
| Puffy streets and strange states - this is my city |
| The bastards grew up in different proportions and are made of a different dough |
| There's my street over there and my drawing under that bridge |
| But I remember it wasn't as empty yesterday as it is today |
| The kids are fetishizing, they're collapsing in the clubs when my set goes, don't worry |
| I'm just an observer and I'm afraid I have no emotions |
| I don't have a heartbeat, I'm not here |
| I don't even know where I am, it's another day |
| It's a different world, it's a different dream |
| I play music, waiting for him to take me away |
| And I see a fog and a block in it, where people dig their own grave |
| Another bow flows into them in the morning (Another bow flows into them in the morning) |
| I hate it and I love it, I have a habit of soaking up smog |
| I love silence before the drop falls |
| And I see a fog and a block in it, where people dig their own grave |
| Another lok flows into them in the morning (Another lok, yeah, whoop) |
| I hate it and I love it, I have a habit of soaking up smog |
| I love the silence that happens before the drop falls |
| Weird eyes look at me |
| And if my bars were bridges |
| They would burn in flames, you would have to jump |
| Tell me how it feels |
| Here the bastards know my verses and I know these streets like the back of my hand |
| I see you losing your mind, some people got pissed into someone's house |
| The guy is a rodent, someone loses his head |
| The city is in a fog, the whole city wrapped and wrapped in smoke |
| The wind is rising, there is a storm |
| And it's morning, work, you trade work for work, from mud to puddle |
| And I want my boys to have a good time |
| They are catching up with life, they are running away |
| There's no time to do it for someone |
| Where the wind sweeps you away like foam |
| Tell me from how many to how many |
| Your watch swallows you every day |
| Who's standing over you like a cop? |
| My people know it, my people know it |
| City white as Silent Hill |
| I will love those streets until death |
| I see those familiar faces in it |
| But none of them answer me, none of them see me anymore |
| And I see a fog and a block in it, where people dig their own grave |
| Another bow flows into them in the morning (Another bow flows into them in the morning) |
| I hate it and I love it, I have a habit of soaking up smog |
| I love silence before the drop falls |
| And I see a fog and a block in it, where people dig their own grave |
| Another lok flows into them in the morning (Another lok, yeah, whoop) |
| I hate it and I love it, I have a habit of soaking up smog |
| I love the silence that happens before the drop falls |
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