My Way Home
Gil Scott Heron, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye West, Kanye Omari West
Yeah
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
Children are unheld
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
Yeah
Sí
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
Dicen que el hogar es donde está el odio, mi cúpula es donde está el destino
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Paseo por donde las almas se pierden como en Las Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Visto a través de los ojos de las gafas rebeldes
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
Rezo a Dios para que mis brazos alcancen a las masas
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Los jóvenes fuman hierba en selvas sin césped
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
Se unen con bandas de goma en fajos sin efectivo
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
Llevamos cadenas de lucha, solo queda el ajetreo
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
Dándole sentido, nos esforzamos por el cambio
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
La revolución no es un juego, es otro nombre para la lucha por la vida
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Alguien para quedarse en su rincón como Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Los hypes luchan por los éxitos para aumentar su infierno
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
¿No sabe que solo puede llegar tan alto como cayó?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
El dinero del espectáculo se convierte en fianza, las relaciones se convierten en cárcel
Children are unheld
Los niños están desamparados
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
Desearía que el amor estuviera a la venta, "He aquí el caballo pálido"
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
Me tiene atrapado como R. Kelly, me escapo y eso
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
"Puede que no sea tan mala idea si nunca, nunca volviera a casa
I'm on my way home
Estoy en camino a casa
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
Me fui hace tres días, pero nadie parece saber que me he ido
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
El hogar es donde está el odio, el hogar está lleno de dolor y eso
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
Puede que no sea tan mala idea si nunca, nunca volviera a casa de nuevo"
Yeah
Sim
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
Dizem que o lar é onde o ódio está, minha mente é onde o destino está
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Eu passeio onde as almas se perdem como em Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Visto através dos olhos de óculos rebeldes
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
Rezo a Deus para que meus braços alcancem as massas
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Os jovens fumam grama em selvas sem grama
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
Juntam-se com elásticos em feixes sem dinheiro
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
Usamos correntes de luta, divididos apenas o esforço permanece
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
Fazendo sentido disso, nós lutamos por mudança
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
Revolução não é um jogo, é outro nome para luta pela vida
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Alguém para ficar no seu canto como Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Viciados lutando por doses para aumentar seu inferno
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Ele não sabe que só pode chegar tão alto quanto caiu?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
Dinheiro de show se torna fiança, relacionamentos se tornam prisão
Children are unheld
Crianças são negligenciadas
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
Eu gostaria que o amor estivesse à venda, "Eis o Cavalo Pálido"
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
Me pegou preso como R. Kelly, eu fujo e isso
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
"Pode não ser uma má ideia se eu nunca, nunca voltasse para casa novamente
I'm on my way home
Estou a caminho de casa
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
Saí há três dias, mas ninguém parece saber que eu fui
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
O lar é onde o ódio está, o lar está cheio de dor e isso
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
Pode não ser uma má ideia se eu nunca, nunca voltasse para casa novamente"
Yeah
Ouais
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
Ils disent que la maison est là où se trouve la haine, mon dôme est là où se trouve le destin
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Je me promène là où les âmes se perdent comme à Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Vu à travers les yeux de lunettes rebelles
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
Je prie Dieu que mes bras atteignent les masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Les jeunes fument de l'herbe dans des jungles sans herbe
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
On se serre les coudes dans des liasses sans argent
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
Nous portons des chaînes de lutte, il ne reste que la débrouille
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
On essaie de comprendre, on se bat pour le changement
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
La révolution n'est pas un jeu, c'est un autre nom pour la lutte de la vie
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Quelqu'un pour rester dans son coin comme Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Les accros se battent pour des coups pour augmenter leur enfer
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Ne sait-il pas qu'il ne peut monter aussi haut qu'il est tombé ?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
L'argent du spectacle devient une caution, les relations deviennent une prison
Children are unheld
Les enfants sont non retenus
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
J'aimerais que l'amour soit à vendre, "Voici le cheval pâle"
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
Je suis piégé comme R. Kell', je me tire et ça
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
"Ce ne serait peut-être pas une si mauvaise idée si je ne rentrais jamais, jamais à la maison
I'm on my way home
Je suis en chemin pour rentrer chez moi
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
Je suis parti il y a trois jours, mais personne ne semble savoir que je suis parti
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
La maison est là où se trouve la haine, la maison est remplie de douleur et ça
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
Ce ne serait peut-être pas une si mauvaise idée si je ne rentrais jamais, jamais à la maison"
Yeah
Ja
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
Sie sagen, zu Hause ist, wo der Hass ist, mein Kopf ist, wo das Schicksal ist
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Ich schlendere, wo Seelen sich verlieren wie in Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Gesehen durch die Augen von rebellischen Brillen
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
Ich bete zu Gott, dass meine Arme die Massen erreichen
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Die Jungen rauchen Gras in graslosen Dschungeln
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
Gummiband zusammen in bargeldlosen Bündeln
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
Wir tragen kämpfende Ketten, geteilt bleibt nur der Kampf
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
Wir machen Sinn daraus, wir kämpfen für Veränderung
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
Revolution ist kein Spiel, es ist ein anderer Name für das Leben kämpfen
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Jemand bleibt in seiner Ecke wie Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Hypes kämpfen um Hits, um ihre Hölle zu erhöhen
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Weiß er nicht, dass er nur so hoch kommen kann, wie er gefallen ist?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
Show-Geld wird zu Kaution, Beziehungen werden zu Gefängnis
Children are unheld
Kinder werden nicht gehalten
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
Ich wünschte, Liebe wäre zu verkaufen, „Siehe das blasse Pferd“
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
Hat mich gefangen wie R. Kelly, ich gehe und es
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
„Es wäre vielleicht keine so schlechte Idee, wenn ich nie, nie wieder nach Hause gehen würde
I'm on my way home
Ich bin auf dem Weg nach Hause
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
Ich bin vor drei Tagen gegangen, aber niemand scheint zu bemerken, dass ich weg bin
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
Zuhause ist, wo der Hass ist, zuhause ist voller Schmerz und es
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
Es wäre vielleicht keine so schlechte Idee, wenn ich nie, nie wieder nach Hause gehen würde“
Yeah
Sì
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
Dicono che la casa è dove si trova l'odio, il mio cranio è dove si trova il destino
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Vago dove le anime si perdono come Las Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Visto attraverso gli occhi di occhiali ribelli
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
Prego Dio che le mie braccia raggiungano le masse
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
I giovani fumano erba in giungle senza erba
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
Si uniscono con elastici in mazzi senza contanti
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
Portiamo catene di lotta, divisi rimane solo la fatica
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
Cercando di capirlo lottiamo per il cambiamento
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
La rivoluzione non è un gioco è un altro nome, per la lotta della vita
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Qualcuno per restare nel loro angolo come Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Gli hypes lottano per i colpi per aumentare il loro inferno
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Non sa che può solo arrivare in alto quanto è caduto?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
Il denaro dello spettacolo diventa cauzione, le relazioni diventano prigione
Children are unheld
I bambini sono non tenuti
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
Vorrei che l'amore fosse in vendita, "Ecco il cavallo pallido"
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
Mi ha intrappolato come R. Kell', io fuggo e
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
"Potrebbe non essere una cattiva idea se non tornassi mai, mai a casa di nuovo
I'm on my way home
Sono sulla via di casa
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
Sono partito tre giorni fa, ma nessuno sembra sapere che sono andato
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
La casa è dove si trova l'odio, la casa è piena di dolore e
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
Potrebbe non essere una cattiva idea se non tornassi mai, mai a casa di nuovo"
Yeah
Ya
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
Mereka bilang rumah adalah tempat kebencian, kubah adalah tempat takdir
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
Saya berjalan di tempat jiwa-jiwa tersesat seperti Vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Dilihat melalui kacamata pemberontak
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
Berdoa kepada Tuhan agar tangan saya mencapai massa
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Para muda merokok ganja di hutan tanpa rumput
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
Bergabung dengan karet gelang dalam ikatan tanpa uang
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
Kami memakai rantai perjuangan, hanya perjuangan yang tersisa
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
Mencoba memahaminya, kami berjuang untuk perubahan
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
Revolusi bukan permainan, itu nama lain, untuk berjuang dalam hidup
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Seseorang tetap di sudut mereka seperti Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
Pertarungan hebat untuk mendapatkan pukulan meningkatkan neraka mereka
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Tidakkah dia tahu dia hanya bisa setinggi dia jatuh?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
Uang pertunjukan menjadi uang jaminan, hubungan menjadi penjara
Children are unheld
Anak-anak tidak terurus
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
Andai cinta bisa dijual, "Lihatlah Kuda Pucat"
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
Saya terjebak seperti R. Kelly, saya kabur dan itu
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
"Mungkin bukan ide yang buruk jika saya tidak pernah, tidak pernah pulang lagi
I'm on my way home
Saya dalam perjalanan pulang
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
Saya berangkat tiga hari yang lalu, tapi sepertinya tidak ada yang tahu saya pergi
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
Rumah adalah tempat kebencian, rumah dipenuhi dengan rasa sakit dan itu
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
Mungkin bukan ide yang buruk jika saya tidak pernah, tidak pernah pulang lagi"
Yeah
ใช่
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
พวกเขาบอกว่าบ้านคือที่ที่มีความเกลียดชัง หัวของฉันคือที่ที่โชคชะตาอยู่
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
ฉันเดินทางไปที่ที่วิญญาณหลงทางเหมือนเวกัส
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
มองผ่านแว่นตาของกบฏ
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
ภาวนาขอให้แขนของฉันไปถึงมวลชน
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
เยาวชนสูบกัญชาในป่าที่ไม่มีหญ้า
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
รวมตัวกันด้วยยางรัดในกลุ่มที่ไม่มีเงินสด
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
เราสวมโซ่แห่งการดิ้นรน แบ่งแยกกันเพียงการดิ้นรนที่เหลืออยู่
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
ทำความเข้าใจมัน เราดิ้นรนเพื่อการเปลี่ยนแปลง
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
การปฏิวัติไม่ใช่เกม มันเป็นชื่ออื่นของการต่อสู้ชีวิต
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
ใครบางคนอยู่ในมุมของพวกเขาเหมือนไมค์ ไทสัน
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
การต่อสู้เพื่อการตีที่จะทำให้นรกของพวกเขาสูงขึ้น
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
เขาไม่รู้หรือว่าเขาสูงได้เพียงแค่เขาตกลงมา?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
เงินจากการแสดงกลายเป็นเงินประกันตัว ความสัมพันธ์กลายเป็นคุก
Children are unheld
เด็กๆ ไม่ได้รับการดูแล
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
ฉันหวังว่าความรักจะมีขาย "ดูม้าสีซีด"
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
ทำให้ฉันติดกับดักเหมือนอาร์. เคลล์, ฉันหนีและมัน
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
"อาจจะไม่ใช่ความคิดที่แย่ถ้าฉันไม่กลับบ้านอีกเลย
I'm on my way home
ฉันกำลังจะกลับบ้าน
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
ฉันออกเดินทางมาสามวันแล้ว แต่ไม่มีใครรู้ว่าฉันหายไป
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
บ้านคือที่ที่มีความเกลียดชัง บ้านเต็มไปด้วยความเจ็บปวดและมัน
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
อาจจะไม่ใช่ความคิดที่แย่ถ้าฉันไม่กลับบ้านอีกเลย"
Yeah
是的
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
他们说家是仇恨之地，我的领地是命运之所
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
我漫步在灵魂迷失的地方，如同拉斯维加斯
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
透过叛逆者的眼镜看世界
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
祈祷上帝让我的双臂能触及众生
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
年轻人在没有草的丛林里吸食大麻
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
在没有现金的捆绑中紧密相连
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
我们佩戴着挣扎的锁链，唯有奋斗仍旧存在
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
我们为了变革而奋斗
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
革命不是游戏，它是另一个名字，为了生命而战
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
有人留在他们的角落里，就像迈克·泰森
Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell
为了增加点击率而争斗，他们的地狱更深
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
他不知道他只能跌落多高吗？
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
演出的钱变成了保释金，关系变成了牢笼
Children are unheld
孩子们得不到抚养
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale, Horse"
我希望爱能出售，“看哪，苍白的马”
Got me trapped like R. Kell', I bail and it
让我像R. Kelly一样被困，我只能保释
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again
“如果我再也不回家，也许并不是一个坏主意
I'm on my way home
我在回家的路上
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone
我三天前就离开了，但似乎没人知道我已经走了
Home is where the hatred is, home is filled with pain and it
家是仇恨之地，家里充满了痛苦
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again"
如果我再也不回家，也许并不是一个坏主意”
[Intro: Common & Gil Scott-Heron]
Yeah
Jag är på väg hem
[Vers: Common]
De säger hemma är vart hatet är, min kupol är där ödet är
Jag går vart själar blir förlorade som Vegas
Sett med rebellglasögonens ögon
Ber till Gud att mina armar når massorna
Unga röker gräs i gräslösa djungler
Gummiband ihop i kontantlösa buntar
Vi bär kämpade kedjor, delade bara liv kvarstår
Förstå det, vi kämpar för ändring
Revolutionen är inget spel, det är en annat namn för livskamp
Någon stannar i deras hörn som Mike Tyson
Hypes kämpar för träffar för att förhöja de helvetet
Vet han inte han kan bara bli lika hög som han föll?
Show pengar blir borgen, relationen blir fängelsе
Barn är ohållna
Jag önskar kärlek fanns på rea, ""Se dеn bleka - hästen"
Har mig fast som R. Kel, jag löser och det-
[Outro: Gil Scott-Heron]
Kanske inte skulle vara en dålig ide om jag aldrig, aldrig gick hem igen
Jag är på väg hem
Jag gick tre dagar sen, men ingen vet att jag är borta
Hemma är vart hat finns; hemma är fyllt med smärta och det
Kanske inte skulle vara en dålig ide om jag aldrig
Aldrig gick hem igen