DRAGONS Lyrics (English Translation) – Hamza

DRAGONS (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Chorus: Hamza]
He’s saying that drügs and chaos (what he calls “the dragon”) were the only things that kept him company. He hurt someone emotionally and didn’t care much in the moment. For him, respect can’t be bought, and if someone challenges that, it’s already too late. He smokes so much to numb the pain and slowly forget everything, day by day.

[Verse 1: Hamza]
Here, he’s basically saying he’s done with the past, especially with people who tried to leave him—he even burned their goodbye letters. He knows how the streets work and uses weed to escape his feelings. New problems pop up all the time, and he handles them directly, no time for subtle hints. He’s deep in the music game, but also caught in s*xual relationships with no emotional ties. His lifestyle is soaked in alcohol, weed, and flashy jewelry—even though he already has too many chains, he keeps buying more. He reflects on how many enemies they’ve dealt with and casually mentions spending a huge amount on things like laundry, showing how rich he is. While others are just starting out, he’s stacking real money and wonders why his past lovers are still jealous of each other. Despite all the money, he never brags. He’s invested in weapons too. There’s a girl chasing luxury and pop culture, into pills and partying. Since he was a kid, he’s been living rough, and he doesn’t hold back when talking about people talking trash. He tells people to stop crying and focus on getting money. He lights up weed while referencing strong strains. There’s even talk about dealing drügs—he mentions a woman packaging it and calling a guy named Fernando for more. It’s raw, chaotic, and unapologetically street.

[Chorus: Hamza]
This part repeats the theme from earlier, but it goes a bit deeper. He’s stuck in a cycle where drügs and emotional detachment are all he knows. The woman he hurt—he broke her heart right in their home, showing no remorse. He stands by the fact that no one can put a price on his respect. If things escalate to violence, it’s already too late to fix anything. He smokes a lot of brown, which might refer to a strong type of weed or another substance, and uses it to block out his emotions. His life stays empty and heavy, filled with more smoke than love or connection. The pain is always there, but he hides it behind his high.

[Verse 2: Werenoi]
Werenoi dives into a paranoid mindset, saying he smokes heavy stuff to stay calm but still feels on edge. He’s got some money and status, and a woman thinks he’s some kind of boss figure. He doesn’t act like an older man, but he is a father, which adds a layer of contradiction. When he spots threats, he’s quick to react—pulling out fancy cars like the S3 or Z1000 and sending people to handle things. He doesn’t play sports, but dodges danger like it’s second nature. He makes a s*xual reference about a woman, mixing street slang with dark humor. The woman indulges heavily, but there’s no consequence like pregnancy. He’s living large, with a view of luxury and loads of weed, and says he spits fire like a train or a dragon—he’s comparing his intensity to something unstoppable. Then he mentions the kind of women he’s around—ones who want money and luxury, not honesty. The twist is, the “bad guy” is actually the one doing wrong, not the nice one. She’s drawn to danger, to guys with criminal lives. He says these flashy lives are as attention-grabbing as a crinkling bag of chips. There’s an image of a woman crying but finding comfort in someone unexpected. She poses confidently, bent forward, maybe showing off. She’s attracted to guys who rap or play sports, especially those who leave marks—physically and emotionally—like gang members might.

[Chorus: Hamza]
Once again, he brings it back to his core message—his world revolves around drügs and the kind of mental weight that turns someone cold. He’s hurt people and doesn’t really hide it. His sense of honor and pride runs deep, and when violence is on the table, there’s no going back. Smoking “brown” helps him escape, but only for a while. The repetition shows how stuck he feels, how trapped he is in this toxic loop. Despite everything—money, girls, power—he still feels numb and alone, just trying to forget the pain with each puff.