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Sing for the Moment

[Verse 1: Eminem]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's
A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch!)
'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
 
[Chorus: Steven Tyler (& Eminem)]
(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
 
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh)
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B
It's all political, if my music is literal
And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!)
 
[Chorus: Steven Tyler (& Eminem)]
(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
 
[Verse 3: Eminem]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits
Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can…
 
[Chorus: Steven Tyler (& Eminem)]
Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
 
[Chorus: Steven Tyler (& Eminem)]
Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
 
Traduction

Pjevaj za trenutak

Ove ideje su noćne more za bijele roditelje čiji najveći strah je dijete sa ofarbanom kosom, koje voli naušnice, kao da šta god da kažu niko ne šljivi, tako je strašno, u kući koja ne dopušta psovanje,
vidjeti ga kako hoda sa slušalicama koje vrište,
sam je u svojoj zoni, hladan, nije ga briga,
on je problematično dijete, i ono što mu smeta izađe,
kada priča o svom ocu koji odlazi
jer ga tako mrzi da ga ne želi vidjeti,
kad bi ga ikad više vidio, udario bi ga
njegove misli su udarene, ljut je pa odgovara,
priča crno, mozak mu je ispran protiv rocka i rapa.
On spušta svoje pantalone, nosi reperske marame i kapu
njegov očuh ga je udario, pa mu je vratio,
i slomio mu nos, njegova kuća je slomljen dom, nema kontrole, on samo pušta svoje emocije
 
Refren
Hajde! Pjevaj sa mnom, za godinu,
Pjevaj za osmijeh, pjevaj za suze,
Pjevaj sa mnom, samo za danas, možda će te sutra dragi Gospodar uzeti...
 
Zabava se mijenja, sklopi to s gangsterima
u zemlji ubica, grješnikov um je svetište,
Sveto ili ne, ima samo jednog druga,
samo ovaj pištolj, usamljen jer me niko ne zna
ali svi kao da se mogu povezati, valjda, riječi su velike, mogu biti za pamćenje, ili mogu poniziti,
ili još gore, mogu učiti mržnji
kao da se ova djeca drže svakog stava koji napravimo
kao da nas obožavaju, i radnje nas čine platinastim
kako se ovakav preobražaj dogodio?
od stajanja po ćoškovima i trijemovima, samo repanja,
do imanja budućnosti, nema više ulizivanja,
ali onda te kritičari optužuju, novinari te pokušavaju razbjesniti, fanovi ti smetaju, advokati žele dobit od svake tezge koju imaš,
žele da poludiš svaki put kad si ljut
pa da te mogu napraviti izgubljenim slučajem
Svaki spor neće oklijevati za proizvodnju pištolja,
zato ovi tužioci žele da me osude, da me brzo maknu s ovih ulica
ali sva ova djeca me nastavljaju uveliko slušati, pa potpisujem CDove dok me policija pretresa
oni su za sudijinu kćer, ali njegovo gunđanje je protiv mene
ako sam takva prijetnja, to nema smisla, Pete
sve je to politički, ako je moja muzika doslovna, i ako sam kriminalac, kako mogu odgajati malu djevojčicu?
ne bih mogao, ne bih smio
pun si gov***, Guerrera, šaka te je udarila...
 
Refren
 
Kažu da muzika može mijenjati raspoloženje i obratiti ti se, pa, može li ti napuniti pištolj, i pucati, takođe?
Pa, ako može, sljedeći put kad nekog napadneš, samo reci da sam ja kriv, i mene će tužiti
ova djeca samo slušaju o nama i pištoljima,
i oni žele dobiti jedan, jer misle da je kul
ne znaju da se samo štitimo, mi zabavljači,
naravno da to utiče na našu prodaju, vi neznalice
ali muzika je reflekcija osobe, mi to objasnimo,
i onda pregledamo naše mejlove,
to je zeznuto, zar ne
kako možemo postati od nikog i ništa da imamo sve što poželimo
zbog toga pjevamo za ovu djecu, koja nemaju ništa osim sna i rap časopisa
lijepe postere na svoje zidove cijeli dan,
dive se svojim omiljenim reperima i znaju sve njihove pjesme
ili za bilo koga koje ikad prošao kroz patnju u svom životu,
dok sjede, plaču u noći, žele da umru
dok ne nađu rap-pjesmu, sjede, dive se,
nismo ništa za vas, ali za njih smo sve
zato iskoristimo trenutak, zaustavimo ga, posjedujemo, držimo ga i ne puštamo,
jer smatramo ove minute zlatnim
možda će to priznati kad odemo,
pa pustite naše duhove da žive kroz tekstove koje čujete u našim pjesmama, pa možemo...
 
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