Seeed "Dickes B" Liedtext

Übersetzung nach: EN RU

Chorus:

Dickes B, home an der Spree,
im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh.
Mama Berlin - Backsteine und Benzin
- wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser ziehn.

1.Verse:

Der Asphaltboden zitterte es wummerte im Ohr
als ich an einen dicken Beat mein junges Herz verlor
seit damals gefällt mir die Stadt besser als zuvor
wenn ich durch Berlin-City cruise is Reggae mein Motor.

Ich singe auf dem Fahrrad, mal Bass und mal Tenor
zuhause dreh ich Sound auf, die Nachbarn ham Humor.
Die stehn auf frische Downbeats aus meinem Recordstore
- Concrete Jungle, Supersonic - Soundsystemkultur.

Wenn Party is, dann sind wir on the dance floor,
der Deejay macht den Vers und die Jarvis den Chor.
Du versinkst im Bass wie´ne Moorleiche im Moor,
es zwingt dich in die Knie, denn der riddim is Hardcore.

Wir shaken, was wir haben bis morgens 7 Uhr,
woanders gibt´s 'ne Sperrstunde, bei uns die Müllabfuhr
- dann baun wir´n dickes Rohr, kommt dann schon mal vor,
und blasen dicken Smoke durchs Brandenburger Tor.

Chorus:

Dickes B, home an der Spree, ...

2.Verse:

Die Berliner Luft im vergleich zu anderen Städten
bietet leckersten Geschmack, allerbeste Qualitäten,
um Paraden zu feiern und exclusive Feten
- die Massen sind jetzt da, es hat sie niemand drum gebeten!

Früher ging's in Berlin um Panzer und Raketen,
heute lebe ich im Osten zwischen Blümchentapeten,
kümmer mich nicht allzusehr um Taler und Moneten,
baue hier und da´n Track, aber dafür´n Konkreten!

Coolnessmäßig platzt die Stadt aus allen Nähten,
aber wo sind jetzt die Typen, die auch ernsthaft antreten,
um ihr Potential, ihre Styles heiß zu kneten,
zuviel Kraft in der Lunge für zuwenige Trompeten...

Chorus:

Dickes B, home an der Spree, ...

3. Verse (Kappa):

This a one name it nice reggae musik me say nice, nice
inna Berlin is just like a paradice, it nice
everybody say dem love di vibes, vibes
when the reggae play dem say dem feel allright
when the reggae play trust me ju nah fe worry,
everybody come the reggae vibes dem all a study
make we take a check up pan the crew dem way promote it.
cause a reggae well it come fe run the city.
every monday night you now say dat a escobar
coming from near me say you coming from far.
every tuesday night you now say dat a tanzbar.
everybody go dey want fe look like a star.
every wensday night you can go check out subground
way the reggae musik mash the whole place down .
black kappa voice comming through di mikrophone
an make me say one love to all of the sound
big up Barney Millah , Concrete Jungle crew dem
big up Panza, Supersonic crew dem
big up Alex an the Such A Sound crew dem
and make me say one love to the nex sound dem.
so we sing

Chorus:

Dickes B, home an der Spree,
im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh.
Mama Berlin - Backsteine und Benzin
- wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser ziehn.

Chorus:

Phat B 1 B, the song plays around with this, home on the Spree,
In the summer you do well and in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin - bricks and gasoline
we love your smell when we go pub crawling.

!. Verse:

The asphalt-ground shook and hummed in the ear
When I lost my young heart to a phat beat
Since back then I like the city better than before
When I cruise through Berlin City Reggae is my motor.

I sing on my bike, at times bass and at times and times tenor
at home I turn the sound up, the neighbors have humor.
They dig fresh downbeats from my record-store
Concrete Jungle, Supersonic - Sound System Culture

When there's a party then we're on the dance floor,
the DJ does the Verses and the Jarvis the chorus.
You sink into the bass like a bog body in a bog,
it forces you to your knees, 'cause the rhythm is hardcore.

We shake, what we have until 7 in the morning,
somewhere else it's closing time, with us it's trash collection
then we build a phat pipe 2, it occurs suddenly to us,
and we blow thick smoke through Brandenburg gate.

Chorus:

Phat B, home on the Spree, ...

2. Verse:

Compared to other cities, the Berlin-air
offers the best taste, the very best quality,
for celebrating parades and exclusive parties
the masses are there now, nobody had asked for them!

Earlier in Berlin it was all about tanks and rockets3,
today I live in the East between flowery wallpapers,
I don't care much for thalers 4 and dough,
make a track here and there, but in exchange for a concrete (home)5!

A pretty cool place, the city, from all the places6,
but where now are the dudes, who also arrive all serious,
to work their potential and their hot styles,
too much strength in the lungs for too few trumpets...

Chorus:

Phat B, home on the Spree, ...

3. Verse (Kappa): (Jamaican Creole)

This a one name it nice reggae musik me say nice, nice
inna Berlin is just like a paradice, it nice
everybody say dem love di vibes, vibes
when the reggae play dem say dem feel allright
when the reggae play trust me ju nah fe worry,
everybody come the reggae vibes dem all a study
make we take a check up pan the crew dem way promote it.
cause a reggae well it come fe run the city.
every monday night you now say dat a escobar
coming from near me say you coming from far.
every tuesday night you now say dat a tanzbar.
everybody go dey want fe look like a star.
every wensday night you can go check out subground
way the reggae musik mash the whole place down .
black kappa voice comming through di mikrophone
an make me say one love to all of the sound
big up Barney Millah , Concrete Jungle crew dem
big up Panza, Supersonic crew dem
big up Alex an the Such A Sound crew dem
and make me say one love to the nex sound dem.
so we sing

Chorus:

Phat B, home on the Spree,
In the summer you do well and in winter it hurts
Mama Berlin - bricks and gasoline
we love your smell when we go pub crawling.