Miuosh - Szczury (feat. Bisz)

Tłumaczenie:

1. [Miuosh]
These blocks give birth to rats, they spit rats out into the world,
Just as if someone took rules, and shit on them all at once.
And it doesn't matter if it's a province, or the fucking centre of the city,
You'll croak like a crow, if you grow up around crows.
The mob, stripped of dignity,
You have to get high, get drunk, and go back home.
And in hiding everyone clenches their fists,
Because if only God existed, somebody would have taken their revenge on him.
A warehouse of exchangable parts of the system,
Without faith for the future because nothing went our way.
It's better to fall into silence, stop screaming, don't say anything,
Play along quietly in a row of useless genes.
Again, waking up in a prison without bars,
Yet again we are overwhelmed by powerlessness like we're lacking oxygen.
We keep wanting to change this world, but you can't do it without sacrifices,
And it seems it has a distaste for peace.

Chorus:
Everything will fall on top of our heads, like a house of cards,
We still want to change something, despite the fact that apparently there is no chance for it.
Life arranges itself to the extent that luck allows,
How much you have is how much you're worth.

All of this will fall on top of our heads, like a house of cards,
We still want to change something, despite the fact that apparently there is no chance for it.
Life arranges itself to the extent that luck allows,
How much you have is how much you're worth.

2. [Bish]
I also felt like nobody more than once,
Reaching out, at a bus stop, into the toilet for a slightly longer cigarette.
After school, with the crew going to eat a hamburger,
Lying that I'm not hungry, having maybe 2PLN in coins.
Today I feel weird when at PKS' (Polish bus company)
My shadows are cutting me off when I'm eating a kebab,
And salive burns their tongues, dignity doesn't allow for begging,
They don't know that I know what it's like not to have happiness.
When a good person feels jealousy, most of all they feel shame.
That they are able for these small feelings, it's worse when,
Inside of him, hate towards himself is born,
And then it pours out in aggression, then all of a sudden the man in the mirror isn't you.
You're a rat, homie, this life is a sewer.
Did it do it to me, did I do it to it? Who beat who?
On your enemy's territory you accept their rules of the game,
And who loses out on this the most? Usually it's you.
For a thousand hours, a few minutes of happiness,
The ones you don't bring home in your hands,
You'll carry in your teeth.
We have to survive and believe that
It's possible to change something, we are standing in these blocks, ready, steady...

Chorus:
All of this will fall on top of our heads, like a house of cards,
We still want to change something, despite the fact that apparently there is no chance for it.
Life arranges itself to the extent that luck allows,
How much you have is how much you're worth.

All of this will fall on top of our heads, like a house of cards,
We still want to change something, despite the fact that apparently there is no chance for it.
Life arranges itself to the extent that luck allows,
How much you have is how much you're worth.