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Текст песни
America, hahaha, we love you, how many people are proud to be citizens of this
beautiful
Country of our’s, the stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died
for to protect
The women and men who have broke their neck’s for the freedom of speech the
United States
Government has sworn to uphold, or so we’re told…
Yo’, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song, I never would’ve
dreamed in a Million years i’d see, so many motherf*ckin’ people who feel like me,
who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs, it’s like a f*ckin’ army marchin’ in back of me,
so many lives I Touch, so much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays,
and straight
Through your radio waves it plays and plays, ’till it stays stuck in your head
for days and
Days, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin’ my hair,
with some peroxide
Reachin for a t-shirt to wear, that I would catapult to the forefront of rap
like this, how
Could I predict my words would have an impact like this, I must’ve struck a chord, with somebody
Up in the office, cause congress keeps telling me I ain’t causin’ nuthin’ but
problems, and now
They’re sayin’ i’m in trouble with the government, i’m lovin’ it,
I shoveled sh*t all my life
And now I’m dumping it on…
White America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks
just like this
white America, Erica loves my sh*t, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get,
white America, I Could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this,
white America, Erica
Loves my sh*t, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get…
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown,
Shady lose, Shady
Sits on the shelf, but Shady’s cute, Shady knew, Shady’s dimple’s would help,
make ladies swoon
Baby,, look at my sales, let’s do the math, if I was black, I would’ve sold
half, I Ain’t have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that, but I could rap,
so f*ck school
I’m too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the f*ckin’ studio’s at,
when I was
Underground, no one gave a f*ck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me,
almost gave up, I was
Like, fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance,
and I lit a fire up Under his a*s, helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got,
was probably his in Exchange for every white fan that he’s got, like damn, we just swapped,
sittin’ back lookin’ at Sh*t, wow, i’m like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now, it’s…
White America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks
just like this
white America, Erica loves my sh*t, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get,
white America, I Could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this,
white America, Erica
Loves my sh*t, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get…
See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would of never knew
these words
Exist, whose mom’s probably would of never gave two squirts of piss,
’till I created so much
Motherf*ckin’ turbulence, straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids
Flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre, that’s all it took,
and they were instantly hooked
Right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them,
that’s why they put my Lyric’s up under this microscope, searchin’ with a fine tooth comb,
its like this rope, waitin’
To choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this,
like I don’t like this
Nope, all I hear is, lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working
’round the clock, to Try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem,
only in Boston
After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom, so now i’m
catchin’ the flack
From these activists when they raggin’, actin’ like i’m the first rapper to smack a b*tch, or Say faggot, sh*t, just look at me like i’m your closest pal, the posterchild,
the motherf*ckin’
Spokesman now for…
White America, I could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks
just like this
white America, Erica loves my sh*t, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get,
white America, I Could be one of your kids, white America, little Eric looks just like this,
white America, Erica
Loves my sh*t, I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get…
So to the parents of America, I am the derringer aimed at little Erica,
to attack her
Character, the ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns, sent to lead the
march right up to The steps of congress, and piss on the lawns of the White House,
to burn the casket and replace
It with a parental advisory sticker, to spit liquor in the faces of in this
democracy of Hypocrisy, f*ck you Ms. Cheney, fuck you Tipper Gore, f*ck you with the freest
of speech this
Divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, f*ck you,
He, hahaha, i’m just playin’ America, you know I love you…
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Перевод песни White America (Eminem)
White America
Белая Америка
America! Ha ha ha! We love you
How many people are proud to be citizens
Of this beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars
For the rights that men have died for to protect?
The women and men who have broke their necks
For the freedom of speech
The United States government has sworn to uphold…
or so we’re told
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
I never would’ve dreamed in a million years I’d see
So many motherfuckin’ people who feel like me
Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
It’s like a fuckin’ army marchin’ in back of me
So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed
In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays
‘Til it stays stuck in your head, for days and days
Who would’ve thought, standin’ in this mirror, bleachin’ my hair
With some peroxide, reachin’ for a t-shirt to wear
That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?
How could I predict my words would have
An impact like this?
I must’ve struck a chord with somebody up in the office
‘Cause Congress keep tellin’ me
I ain’t causin’ nothin’ but problems
And now they’re sayin’
I’m in trouble with the government
I’m lovin’ it, I shoveled shit all my life,
And now I’m dumpin’ it on
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself
If they were brown, Shady’d lose,
Shady sits on the shelf
But Shady’s cute, Shady knew Shady’s dimples would help
Make ladies swoon, baby —
Look at my sales!
Let’s do the math: if I was black,
I woulda sold half
I ain’t have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that
But I could rap, so fuck school,
I’m too cool to go back
Give me the mic! Show me where the fuckin’ studio’s at!
When I was underground
No one gave a fuck I was white
No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up,
I was like «Fuck it,» until I met Dre, the only one to look past
Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got
Was probably his in exchange for every white fan
that he’s got
Like damn, we just swapped: sittin’ back
lookin’ at shit, wow
I’m like my skin is it startin’ to work to my benefit now?
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
See, the problem is
I speak to suburban kids
Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist
Whose moms probly woulda never gave two squirts of piss
‘Til I created so much motherfuckin’ turbulence
Straight out the tube, right into your livin’ rooms I came
And kids flipped
When they knew I was produced by Dre
That’s all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too,
Because I looked like them
That’s why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
Searchin’ with a fine tooth comb, it’s like this rope
Waitin’ to choke, tightenin’ around my throat
Watchin’ me while I write this,
like, «I don’t like this note!»
All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy
Sponsors working round the clock to try to stop my concerts early
Surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem,
only in Boston
After it bothered the fathers of daughters startin’ to blossom
So now I’m catchin’ the flak from these activists
When they raggin’
Actin’ like I’m the first rapper
To smack a bitch or say «faggot,» shit
Just look at me like I’m your closest pal
The posterchild, the motherfuckin’ spokesman now, for—
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
So to the parents of America, I am the Derringer
Aimed at little Erica to attack her character
The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the flag and replace it with a Parental
advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of
hypocrisy
Fuck you, Ms. Cheney!
Fuck you, Tipper Gore!
Fuck you with the freest of speech this Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have!
Fuck you!
Ha ha ha, I’m just playin’, America
You know I love you
Америка! Ха-ха-ха! Мы любим тебя!
Сколько людей горды тем, что являются гражданами
Нашей прекрасной страны с флагом с полосами и звёздами,
С Правами, защищая которые гибли люди.
Женщины и мужчины вывернули себе шеи
Ради свободы слова,
Которую нам гарантировало правительство США.
Или по крайней мере, нам так пообещали.
(Я хочу, чтобы каждый внимательно послушал слова песни)
Я и представить не мог,
Что найду поддержку от стольких многих людей:
У них то же мировоззрение и те же убеждения, что и у меня —
Это как чёртова армия, которая идёт за мной.
Я так много жизней затронул. Так много гнева направлено
Неизвестно, куда: просто куда угодно, как спрей.
А на радио всё играют и играют мои песни,
Пока они у вас не застрянут в головах надолго.
Кто б мог подумать, что я, стоя у зеркала, осветляя себе волосы
Каким-то пероксидом, в поисках надеть какую-нибудь майку,
Окажусь на главном плане в рэпе?
Откуда я мог знать, что мои слова будут иметь
Такое огромное влияние?
Должно быть, я задел кого-то наверху за живое,
Потому что Конгресс всё твердит мне:
Я создаю одни лишь проблемы.
А теперь они ещё говорят,
Что у меня проблемы с правительством —
Я обожаю это! Я разгребал дерьмо всю свою жизнь,
А теперь я бросаюсь им же на.
Белую Америку! А я ведь мог бы быть вашим ребёнком.
Белая Америка! Маленькому Эрику, видимо, нравится мой рэп.
Белая Америка! И даже девушка Эрика любит мой рэп.
Я хожу на TRL. 1 Посмотрите, сколько меня хотят обнять!
Белую Америку! А я ведь мог бы быть вашим ребёнком.
Белая Америка! Маленькому Эрику, видимо, нравится мой рэп.
Белая Америка! Эрик любит мой рэп.
Я хожу на TRL. Посмотрите, сколько людей меня хотят обнять!
Белая Америка! А я ведь мог бы быть вашим ребёнком.
Белая Америка! Маленькому Эрику, видимо, нравится мой рэп.
Белая Америка! И даже девушка Эрика любит мой рэп.
Я хожу на TRL. Посмотрите, сколько меня хотят обнять!
Белую Америку! А я ведь мог бы быть вашим ребёнком.
Белая Америка! Маленькому Эрику, видимо, нравится мой рэп.
Белая Америка! Эрик любит мой рэп.
Я хожу на TRL. Посмотрите, сколько людей меня хотят обнять!
Белой Америки! А я ведь мог бы быть вашим ребёнком.
Белая Америка! Маленькому Эрику, видимо, нравится мой рэп.
Белая Америка! И даже девушка Эрика любит мой рэп.
Я хожу на TRL. Посмотрите, сколько меня хотят обнять!
Белую Америку! А я ведь мог бы быть вашим ребёнком.
Белая Америка! Маленькому Эрику, видимо, нравится мой рэп.
Белая Америка! Эрик любит мой рэп.
Я хожу на TRL. Посмотрите, сколько людей меня хотят обнять!
Ха-ха-ха! Я же просто дурачусь, Америка,
Ты же знаешь: я люблю тебя. 9
We as Americans
[Intro:]
There’s an intruder in my house,
He cut my phone line, can’t dial out,
I scream for police but I doubt
They’re gonna hear me when I shout.
[Verse 1:]
A couple of cocktails’ll send me to jail,
There’s a couple of cops hot on my trail,
But this time, when I get pulled over
There’s a Doberman pinscher and a pitbull in the seat.
These pigs’ll get bit foolin’ with me, quit foolin’ with me.
Bitch, you’re gonna see, no pistol in the seat,
Why it always gotta be an issue when you’re me?
And which you’re gonna see in the long run, I’ma be the wrong one,
You wanna harass with this limo-tinted glass,
Flashin’ that flashlight on my ass, where was you at
Last night when them assholes, ran up on my grass?
Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash ass,
They took away my right to bear arms,
What I’m ‘posed to fight with bare palms?
Yeah right, they comin’ with bombs, I’m comin’ with flare guns,
We as Americans.
[Chorus:]
We as a Americans, us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been.
We better check ourselves, livin’ up in these streets
Through worse and through better health, survivin’ by any means.
We as Americans, us as a citizen,
We are samaritans, what do we get us in,
We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been.
Take a look where you live, this is America,
And we are Americans.
[Verse 2:]
I make beaucoup bucks, wearin’ beaucoup vests,
Drama hangin’ over my head like a voodoo hex,
I coulda been next to fly over the cuckoo’s nest,
With you know who, with an S tatooed to my chest,
But I’ve finessed it, now I’ve got the industry pissy,
Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on 50.
It’s funny, we got a buzz spreadin’ quicker
Than makin’ paper airplanes out of a twenty, fuck money!
I don’t rap for dead presidents, I’d rather see the President dead,
It’s never been said, but I set precedents
And the standards and they can’t stand it.
My name shoulda been Bastard, the shit shoulda been plastered
On my forehead with a stamp, I shoulda been blasted,
I shoulda been had a cap put in my ass,
But I’m too swift and fast for that, I’m past it.
I’m too old to go and cruise Gratiot, fuck that shit!
I done seen how fast this rap shit,
Can turn into some pap-pap shit, that quick, snap click,
But this time they got fuckin’ automatic,
Ain’t no one gon’ test this mon, clack-click!
[Verse 3:]
Shhh!
I got a secret if you can keep it between us,
I tuck two ninas under my jeans either side of my penis,
Under my longjohns, under my Sean Johns.
When runnin’ with the long arm of the law I’m long gone
I’ma do five years, no less than that, no questions asked,
So it might be a good idea to stop right here,
And quit while I’m ahead, already in the red,
Already got a steady infrared meant for my head,
A target on my back, bigger problems than that.
Bin Laden on my ass, he probably gon’ send a task,
I ain’t gon’ even ask, they ain’t gon’ let me pack,
They ain’t gon’ gimme my semi but I got my MAC back.
Мы как американцы
[Вступление:]
В моём доме непрошенный гость,
Он перерезал провода, я не могу никуда позвонить,
Я зову полицию, но сомневаюсь,
Что они услышат мои крики.
[Припев:]
Мы как американцы, как граждане
Должны защищать себя, а посмотрите, какая х**нь происходит!
Нам лучше следить за собой на этих улицах,
В болезни и здравии выживать любыми средствами.
Мы как американцы, как граждане
Мы самаритяне, наши поступки отражаются на нас,
Нам лучше следить за собой, какая х**нь происходит!
Посмотрите, где вы живёте: это Америка,
И мы американцы.
[Куплет 3:]
Т-с-с-с!
У меня есть тайна, если мы оставим её между нами:
Я засовываю два девятимиллиметровых в джинсы по обе стороны пениса,
И в кальсоны, и в дизайнерские штаны.
Если я пущусь в длинный забег от длинных рук закона,
То отмотаю пять лет, не меньше, никаких вопросов,
Так, наверное, остановиться здесь – хорошая идея,
Надо уходить, пока я в авангарде, хотя уже на заметке,
Уже есть инфракрасный прицел, направленный мне в голову,
На моей спине – мишень, но есть и бо́льшие проблемы.
Бен Ладен охотится за мной, может, пошлёт приказ убит меня,
Даже спрашивать не буду, мне не позволят вооружиться,
Мне не отдадут мой полуавтомат, но MAC (3) снова со мной.
1 – Beaucoup – много (франц.).
2 – Грашот – округ в штате Мичиган.
3 – MAC-10 и MAC-11 – автоматические пистолеты, выпускающиеся Military Armament Corporation.