Not the best translation, i did it in 15 minutes, but there you go: Lyrics: Chorus We sat in the small room Then we went out to the balcony, we got high, we came in, we shout We sat in the small room Then we went out to the balcony, we got high, we came in, we shout We sat in the small room Then we went out to the balcony, we got high, we came in, we shout We sat in the small room, We sat in again in the... (2x) Tink: In the process, the real is living aimlessly Its unnecessary to worry, compared to what? I would color you, adjust to myself Though i know, the booby-prize is pretence If there's no huminity, you dont open a new gate It's far not obvious what is a complete lie This or that way i would get on my flight I already met many shades of reality Through time i searched for my tempo With RobotDeck, with B.Fok, plus on the DLO church We living it the same way, this is the deep-mirror of our minds Mármint a zene, mi megalkuvások nélkül megy I mean the music, without expedience Goulasch: We sat in the small room, there's no sorry We get out from bed before the postman Uneducated, in the smell of safety I wait for me to get a degree You want imported shit? You better give up on the intro The ground-floor is bare Through the balcony fence, I flick the green-color onwards Nash: Crackling drums, dancing words, Calmness, or scowling anger Only a few hot adventures Then i close the book Laughs and tears dipped in alcohol (tinta = ink, but it means any alcoholic drink maybe) It never gets easier, but at least there's something that motivates me One day i will get more professional than any professional. To keep the level like support walls, and to use the wisdom that stuck on me. The soil i came from is getting more dry, but I believe in words, til the mouth is free My thirst is this small room to be, Open, if i dont know where to turn.
Srácok, ez annyira világszínvonalú, hogy arra nincsenek szavak. Lehet, hogy nem itt kéne ezt csinálni (mármint M.O.-n), mert itt kevesen vannak, akik érzik ezt, nem csak hallgatják.
legjobb! evek ota nem hallottam ennel jobb magyar produkciot! :)
S.É.F. Üvöltés alatt is ez az alap megy a háttérben mint a kisszoba alatt.
Ez a legjobb zene
A refrént azt adom!
Adom a flódat spanom! Respekt
Az elején a zongora sample: LGT - Arra mennék én
örök zene
No idea what these cats are saying.. amazing song.
Goo
Not the best translation, i did it in 15 minutes, but there you go:
Lyrics:
Chorus
We sat in the small room
Then we went out to the balcony, we got high, we came in, we shout
We sat in the small room
Then we went out to the balcony, we got high, we came in, we shout
We sat in the small room
Then we went out to the balcony, we got high, we came in, we shout
We sat in the small room,
We sat in again in the...
(2x)
Tink:
In the process, the real is living aimlessly
Its unnecessary to worry, compared to what?
I would color you, adjust to myself
Though i know, the booby-prize is pretence
If there's no huminity, you dont open a new gate
It's far not obvious what is a complete lie
This or that way i would get on my flight
I already met many shades of reality
Through time i searched for my tempo
With RobotDeck, with B.Fok, plus on the DLO church
We living it the same way, this is the deep-mirror of our minds
Mármint a zene, mi megalkuvások nélkül megy
I mean the music, without expedience
Goulasch:
We sat in the small room, there's no sorry
We get out from bed before the postman
Uneducated, in the smell of safety
I wait for me to get a degree
You want imported shit?
You better give up on the intro
The ground-floor is bare
Through the balcony fence,
I flick the green-color onwards
Nash:
Crackling drums, dancing words,
Calmness, or scowling anger
Only a few hot adventures
Then i close the book
Laughs and tears dipped in alcohol (tinta = ink, but it means any alcoholic drink maybe)
It never gets easier, but at least there's something that motivates me
One day i will get more professional than any professional.
To keep the level like support walls, and
to use the wisdom that stuck on me.
The soil i came from is getting more dry, but
I believe in words, til the mouth is free
My thirst is this small room to be,
Open, if i dont know where to turn.
Miért van, hogy bármikor hallgatom veszek egy nagy levegőt, kifújom és megnyugszok? (cigi nélkül!)
2020! ♥ Like ha pereg még !
az elején Korda Gyuribá énekét keverték alá.
Legjobb zenéje a Slow Village-nek
2019-ben is nagyot szól.. :D
"korábban kelünk, mint a postajárat" és a többi. de erről: Misi és Bukowski - Posta
Bebólogattam tőletek. szerintem innen van mintázva a cucc gerince -) Yusef Lateef - Love theme from The Robe . Nujabes is hozzányúlt..
nagy lett !:)
nàlunk ez van ès volt ès lesz is.nyitva a kis szoba ha màr nincs hova...
Balzac utca stíl. hàla
Ászták***a , Immááddddoom
hatalmas stíl :)
Srácok, ez annyira világszínvonalú, hogy arra nincsenek szavak. Lehet, hogy nem itt kéne ezt csinálni (mármint M.O.-n), mert itt kevesen vannak, akik érzik ezt, nem csak hallgatják.
Ne aggódj, Erdélyben is hallgatjuk
Angolföldön is, sőt otthon, Felvidéken is
Bécsben is! :)
az elejéről miből van az ének?
Nice
Csapat valaki egy szöveget?
Valaki mondja meg hogy a kép mozog, vagy sem? Légyszi
Néha moccan :) vagy csak tágul a látómező
Tamás Moldvay fuu kösziii😪😪
Vagy csak lehet kimentél az erkélyre :D
A Bfok formáció hogyan kapcsolódik ehhez a zenekarhoz? Kerestem a szálakat, de nem igazán áll össze a kép.
A Hálózat mindent elemészt :)
Nash, a te verzéd vitte a PRIME-ot ;)