Looking for the English translation of VIDA by GAULOIS, Ninho, and Morad? You’re in the right place. Originally written in French and Spanish, VIDA is a hard-hitting, power-packed song that dives deep into themes of struggles, street life, betrayals, and their growth. Listening to ‘VIDA’ without understanding the words might leave you curious—what’s the story behind it? Well, this translation is here to fill in the blanks. Read VIDA English translation lyrics by GAULOIS, Ninho, and Morad below, and experience the song’s passion.
VIDA Lyrics by GAULOIS, Ninho & Morad in English Translation
I Manage My Publishing, Independently I Make Real Money
Where I Come From It’s Dark, I’ve Lost Too Many Hopes
I Head Out On Missions Again, A Size, A Finish
Lived Through Too Much Drama, We Dodged The Dirt
Alone In The Ride, I Drive And Get My Share
Got The Weapon Under The Seat, And A Few Kilos Of Weed
Alone In The Ride, I Drive And Get My Share
Got The Weapon Under The Seat, And Too Many Enemies In My Head
I Had To Run And Stumble, Sometimes I Had To Crash
That’s How I Learned From Life
That’s How I Am Only God Will Judge Me
Let No One Enter My Life
It Reeks Of Weed, Closes At Midnight, A Second Round
We Leave On The Bike That’s How I Learned From Life
Dutch Weed, We Talk In Bills, Call The Big Guy
I Don’t Deal In Details Let No One Enter My Life
I Don’t Usually Cry, Only Hate
I Think About What Could Happen To Me, My Family, My Life
At Night I Talk To Myself Until It’s Day Again
Only During The Day, Only During The Day
I Can’t Calm Down But I Always Aim To Be A
“Patia” (Possibly Slang For ‘real Man’ Or ‘fighter’)
Money I Didn’t Appreciate It Until I Lost It
Silence Falls When Friends Around Me Die
Debt Got Tight, My Girl’s Broken I Like To Rhyme
To Speak Clearly About What I Say, To Think Clearly
To Force Myself To Look At My Own Belly Button (Focus On Myself)
I’ve Got Very Few Friends, I’m My Only Enemy
That’s Why In Problems, I Count Only On Myself
I’m From The Hood, But My Ponytail Is Cold (Slang: I Keep It Cool)
And Morad Knows I Come From Misery
With Time, The Streets Get Serious
And I Don’t Shake Hands With Someone Who Doesn’t Appreciate It
I Had To Run And Stumble, Sometimes I Had To Crash
That’s How I Learned From Life
That’s How I Am Only God Will Judge Me
Let No One Enter My Life
Stacking Words, Stacking Bricks, Making The Homies Feel It
Buying Myself Clothes, Buying Myself Metals
Between 1,200 And 1,400 Euros
There Are Clubs, And There Are Trap Houses, Cousin
On The Tape, We Sort You Out
Low Price, We Grab It Cheap And Dip Down Quick
Ah, Thank God It Could Have Been Worse
Slowed Down By Bastards Who Want To Harm Us, You Get What I Mean
El Morad, La Gaule, Johnny
We Get Cali (High-quality Weed) Shipped In Boxes
Telegram, Fake Clients, Slums
Respect To The Old-school Ogs Who Settled Down After Jail, Yeah
I Don’t Wear Others’ Skates Anymore
Everyone’s Got Their Own Problems
Your Circle Makes You Go Crazy
I Stay An Hour Or Two Then Bounce
No More Show-offs
They’ve Heard About Us
There’s Green (Weed/Money) Up To The Ceiling
But Don’t Lose Your Mind, Hey
