Vents — First Of May tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "First Of May", wykonawca: Vents.
Tekst piosenki
May day, the first of the month
Get your charred carcass into market sqaure
Drop bombs at Gestapo
Yeah I’m still killing, stand on my own real feelin'
Dying on my feet while you still kneelin'
Both knees, two-thou-six, no peace
Twenty-four years see police still run, die, tryna survive
Don’t want nobody getting outta line
It’s the five letter Vents reign of terror
Trials what you think of that? Yeah we break whatever
It’s the overworked 'bout to go berserk
Making punks disappear like presto jerk
I lurk knee deep beneath the remains of
Broken dreams of fragile brains
I wrote growing pains as a joke
When you staring down the barrel of a world where they murder for a Coke
Now
Chill, we can give ya girl a little something she can feel
Vents on the war path, crews know the deal
Looking for a war better than a hot meal
Trials-like still, murder, death, kill
We can give ya girl a little something she can feel
Vents on the war path, crews know the deal
Looking for a war better than a hot meal
Murder, death, kill
As the world celebrated, Vents one, self-educated
Crews stayed tight and the buzz generated
Love is love, wanna crush defeat but
Solidarity kinda tough to beat
And we under one flag
Dirty-rotten's thickest scum bag like Sid Vicious on skag
Hate to brag but damn I’m good
And you talk about quitting, yes man, you should
But don’t change the dial we the rank and file
Throwing rocks at a tank and the world banks staff
Like «Woo» Check the classroom
Twelve years of what, sit there, shut the fuck up!
Don’t speak, a battle in the bandsaw beat
Better chill your test in the depths of both feet
No sleep, return of the man of rock
Without a clothing brand or Government stash
Now
Chill, we can give ya girl a little something she can feel
Vents on the war path, crews know the deal
Looking for a war better than a hot meal
Trials-like still, murder, death, kill
We can give ya girl a little something she can feel
Vents on the war path, crews know the deal
Looking for a war better than a hot meal
Murder, death, kill
We the Black September, will not surrender
Fingers stay burnt from the ember, hair-trigger temper
Yeah pig offender, no you not searching the car
Sargeant disturbed in the car
Leave me the fuck alone
I roll like Stallone in Cobra, feed alone
And how we supposed to sleep when your beds is burning
Pay my rent, get the bourbon
And drink till I really can’t think no more
Year after year it’s the same fucking war
For the same dollar, here today, gone tomorrow
Thoughts of death, six o’clock horror
Talked to me, thoughts of terror torture me
Tales of death villages told morbidly
I learned how to murder when I was a child
As six million flicks built a lot of fucking style
Now
Chill, we can give ya girl a little something she can feel
Vents on the war path, crews know the deal
Looking for a war better than a hot meal
Trials-like still, murder, death, kill
We can give ya girl a little something she can feel
Vents on the war path, crews know the deal
Looking for a war better than a hot meal
Murder, death, kill
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Dzień majowy, pierwszego dnia miesiąca
Pobierz zwęglone zwłoki do rynku Sqaure
Zrzut bomb na Gestapo
Yeah I 'm still killing, stand on my own real feelin'
Dying on my feet while you still kneelin'
Oba kolana, dwa-ty-sześć, nie ma spokoju.
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Nie chcę, żeby ktoś się wtrącał.
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Co o tym myślisz? Yeah we break whatever
# It 's the overworked' bout to go berserk #
Making Punk disappear like Presto jerk
Czaję się po kolana głęboko pod szczątkami
Broken dreams of fragile brains
Napisałem growing pains jako żart
Kiedy patrzysz na świat, w którym mordują za Colę
Teraz
Chill, we can give ya girl a little something she can feel
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Procesy - jak still, murder, death, kill
We can give ya girl a little something she can feel
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/ Align = "left" /
Murder, death, kill
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Crews stay tight and the buzz generated
Love is love, wanna crush defeat but
Solidarność jest trudna do pokonania
And we under one flag
Dirty-rotten ' s najgrubsze ścierwo jak Sid Vicious na skag
Nie chcę się chwalić, ale jestem dobry.
I mówisz o odejściu, tak stary, powinieneś
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Rzucanie kamieniami w czołg i personel banków światowych
Jak " Woo " Sprawdź klasę
12 lat czego, siedź tam i zamknij mordę!
Don ' t speak, a battle in the bandsaw beat
Lepiej schłodzić test w głębi obu stóp
No sleep, return of the man of rock
Bez marki odzieżowej lub zapasów rządowych
Teraz
Chill, we can give ya girl a little something she can feel
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Procesy - jak still, murder, death, kill
We can give ya girl a little something she can feel
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Murder, death, kill
My Czarny Wrzesień, nie poddamy się
Palce pozostają spalone od żaru, włosy-Trigger temperament
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Sierżant zakłócony w samochodzie
Zostaw mnie, kurwa, w spokoju.
I roll like Stallone in Cobra, feed alone
I jak mamy spać, kiedy twoje łóżka się palą
Zapłać czynsz, przynieś Burbon.
I pić aż naprawdę nie mogę już myśleć
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Za tego samego dolara, tu dziś, jutro zniknie.
Thoughts of death, Six o ' Clock horror
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Tales of death villages told morbidly
Nauczyłem się zabijać, kiedy byłem dzieckiem.
Jak sześć milionów flicks zbudowało dużo pieprzonego stylu
Teraz
Chill, we can give ya girl a little something she can feel
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Procesy - jak still, murder, death, kill
We can give ya girl a little something she can feel
/ Align = "left" /
/ Align = "left" /
Murder, death, kill