Official Music Video
Sing For The Moment by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
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
(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
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 their 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 their 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!)
(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
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 their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their 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 their 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…
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
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
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Sing For The Moment by Eminem
Sing For The Moment* (original 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
(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
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 their 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 their 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!)
(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
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 their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their 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 their 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…
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
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
Sing For The Moment (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Estas ideas son pesadillas para los padres blancos
Cuyo peor miedo es un hijo con el pelo teñido y al que le gustan los pendientes
Como si lo que dicen no tuviera importancia
Es tan aterrador en una casa que no permite jurar
Verlo caminar con sus auriculares a todo volumen
Solo en su propia zona, frío y no le importa, él es
Un niño problemático, y todo lo que le molesta sale
Cuando habla de su puto padre que se fue (¡Puta!)
Porque lo odia tanto que lo bloquea
Si alguna vez lo viera de nuevo, probablemente lo noquearía
Sus pensamientos están trastornados, está enojado, así que contesta
Hablando como negro, lavado el cerebro por el rock y el rap
Lleva los pantalones caídos, pañuelos y un gorro de media
Su padrastro lo golpeó, así que él le devolvió el golpe
Y le rompió la nariz, su casa es un hogar roto
No hay control, simplemente deja que sus emociones fluyan
(¡Vamos!) Canta conmigo (¡Canta!), canta por el año (¡Canta!)
Canta por la risa y canta por la lágrima (¡Vamos!)
Cántala conmigo, es solo por hoy
Quizás mañana el buen Señor te lleve
El entretenimiento está cambiando, entrelazándose con gánsteres
En la tierra de los asesinos, la mente de un pecador es un santuario
Santo o impío, solo tengo un amigo
Solo esta arma, solo porque nadie me conoce
Sin embargo, todos sienten que pueden identificarse (Ajá)
Supongo que las palabras son una cabronada, pueden ser geniales
O pueden degradar, o peor aún, pueden enseñar odio
Es como si estos niños se aferraran a cada declaración que hacemos
Como si nos adoraran, además todas las tiendas nos envían platino
Ahora, ¿cómo diablos sucedió esta metamorfosis?
De estar en esquinas y porches solo rapeando
A tener una fortuna, ya no hay que lamer botas
Pero luego estos críticos te crucifican (Sí), los periodistas intentan quemarte
Los fans se vuelven contra ti, los abogados quieren su turno contigo
Para poner sus manos en cada centavo que tienes
Quieren que pierdas la cabeza cada vez que te enojas
Para que puedan intentar hacerte parecer un cañón suelto
Cualquier disputa no dudará en sacar armas
Por eso estos fiscales quieren condenarme
Estrictamente solo para sacarme de estas calles rápidamente
Pero todos sus hijos me escuchan religiosamente
Así que estoy firmando CDs mientras la policía me toma las huellas dactilares
Son para la hija del juez, pero su rencor es contra mí
Si soy una puta amenaza, esta mierda no tiene sentido, B
Todo es político, si mi música es literal
Y soy un criminal, ¿cómo diablos puedo criar a una niña pequeña?
No podría, no sería apto para ello
Tú también estás lleno de mierda, Guerrera, ¡ese fue un puño que te golpeó! (¡Puta!)
(¡Vamos!) Canta conmigo (¡Canta!), canta por el año (¡Canta!)
Canta por la risa y canta por la lágrima (¡Canta esa mierda!)
Cántala conmigo, es solo por hoy
Quizás mañana el buen Señor te lleve
Dicen que la música puede alterar los estados de ánimo y hablarte
Bueno, ¿puede cargar un arma por ti y amartillarla también?
Bueno, si puede, entonces la próxima vez que asaltes a un tipo
Solo dile al juez que fue mi culpa y me demandarán
Mira, lo que hacen estos niños es escuchar que llevamos pistolas
Y quieren una porque creen que la mierda es genial
Sin saber que realmente solo nos estamos protegiendo
Somos artistas, por supuesto que la mierda está afectando nuestras ventas
Ignorante, pero la música es un reflejo de uno mismo
Solo lo explicamos, y luego recibimos nuestros cheques por correo
Es una mierda, ¿no? Cómo podemos venir de prácticamente la nada
A poder tener cualquier puta cosa que quisiéramos
Por eso cantamos para estos niños que no tienen nada
Excepto un sueño y una puta revista de rap (¡Ja-ja!)
Que pegan pósters en sus paredes todo el día
Idolatran a sus raperos favoritos y conocen todas sus canciones
O para cualquiera que haya pasado por mierda en sus vidas
Así que se sientan y lloran por la noche, deseando morir
Hasta que ponen un disco de rap y se sientan y vibran
No somos nada para ti, pero somos la puta hostia en sus ojos
Por eso aprovechamos el momento, intentamos congelarlo y poseerlo
Exprimirlo y retenerlo porque consideramos estos minutos dorados
Y quizás lo admitan cuando nos hayamos ido, solo dejen que nuestros espíritus
Vivan a través de nuestras letras que escuchas en nuestras canciones, y podemos…
Canta conmigo (¡Canta!), canta por el año (¡Canta!)
Canta por la risa y canta por la lágrima (¡Vamos!)
Cántala conmigo, es solo por hoy
Quizás mañana el buen Señor te lleve
Canta conmigo (¡Canta!), canta por el año (¡Canta!)
Canta por la risa y canta por la lágrima (¡Vamos!)
Cántala conmigo, es solo por hoy
Quizás mañana el buen Señor te lleve
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