Değişebilir Her An Adres [English translation]

[Dj Funky C]

Yo! It's time to play the fair game

Not the fuckin take the shit away from my man game

It's time to give it up for what you earn game

What you get game, give your game your own name

It doesn't have to be the same

Patience, effort, hard work anad dedication

Yoy give it your all can't get no recognition

When will someone realize and analize

Instead of all the people always tryin to dramatize

The situation at hand, every day people livin it alive

A man his wife his child only tryin to survive

In a world of pollution, inflation, radiation, population

The currupt politician, Check out the situation

Everyman on his own, yo! yo! so go for what ya know

Yo! What the fuck you lookin for

If ya aint found it yet, then dont look no more

Just walk out the door,

dont come round here no more

[Chorus]

Location can be changed in any moment,

Chase this wing

Sound is in your body

Yes, good guess

Sago is the one

His Rap is a cage

And you're caught

[Sagopa Kajmer]

It's not gamble, It's destiny; If sufferer escapes

Angels kills him; I sweltered, It burns my face, enough

Fate is bad, roses reproach

"Isn't there love, anymore?" says, the hearts

Saki fill up the glasses!

My Rap is condemning regretfully; fluent, I talk high

It's my path which hat put in fornt of me, I walk out

I see, I swear, I love

My pesimistic lyrics talk on four meter

(Rap - Rap) I'm the Rap, It's earlier the you'd freeze

Your hopes would die and perhaps you'd look glare at there

You'd bury me thereby swearing my name

In there, you may not be that confidence to see the truth

Whatev', I just need a mic (just one)

I do speak, you do listen; Minister of Epigram, Sago

He scatters healing, in the house with bug*1

It's time to take a shower for fragrant lies

But water stopped workin in the house, my toughie dreams' legs got broken

My throes cloes my eyes

While my pillow is getting wet, my whistle invoked the goer

Autumn didn't care about the leaves, slaugtered them

The wing turned to a gatherer and blew, you could not see it

I, 25 years-old young man of the wasted 2003 years

[*no translation*]

This artist tells in his paintings, creates a world with a single brushstroke

Understand!