Miről szól ez az orosz rap?

Sziasztok!

Сережа Местный - Яд

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FqxdbV-wXU

Valaki le tudná nekem írni, hogy nagyjából miről szól ez az orosz rap muzsika? :)

Ha a refrént le tudná fordítani, az is nagy segítség lenne :D

Találtam hozzá egy angol fordítást, bár picit sete-suta. Én nem tudtam belőle kibogozni semmit, hátha nektek majd sikerül :)

Fuck who you are, from whom you sold

Pass me the wire, it is the city of Togliatti

For our drinking occasion, your hop then filed

If pizdel - broken, whore moan in behe

Twists, aaay how beautiful dance

Dasha loves Franklin, Franklin loves Masha

Our Russia, Russia is our pride

A gateway city of Ag * * Gamora house is not your

Racking system, the system fuck again

Greetings to you Uncle Dima, hello to you Uncle Vova

Hip-hop home - home, dark fishing gear

This dog gnawed pederasts with district

Sysh sitting at home, muse bother with the background

from the Pantone Fantoni sent into a coma

that shook by the nature, you pidorok campaign ..

your hat, fashion me a terrible famine

REFR:

fist at the ceiling, Give us some smog

I have racked up if only the battery only would be able to

Salam gave East, gave up the

It is a challenge shock is what sends sweat

fist at the ceiling, Give us some smog

I have racked up if only the battery only would be able to

Salam gave East, gave up the

It is a challenge shock is what sends sweat

Kalina in kvartsere, it rides mother's armor

Mom knows who the boys growing asshole

who took the fog, then the kid is not a fountain

who on Friday in the first launches barabannn

This kicks accordion, horizontal bars and bars who

This home to his wife, who is under the hair dryer-tusit

Soon someone that trots three Pusey Musi * *

Throughout the delicious taste, captured in Tus

Those who ate ... you hip-hop carousel ...

who three times a week getting to bed

Color and smell, we have not yet vspreli

soul sings out the window and all the blizzards sweep

Soul singing, I will not die young

I was rushing my neighborhood, my neighborhood pret the smoke

There are those who are near, there are those who cry of Gad

Gamora - a poison, a poison poured over his ears ...

Előre is köszi :)