Jarrett Sorko - 519 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Yo, I come from the land of maple syrup
Where the ice and snow take their time to clear up
Where all the geese like to come to eat
And the rivers, creeks, are full of maple leafs
There’s no more pennies, moose on quarters
Timmie’s and shawarmas every corner
Across the border from the 313
Is this one place you’ve got Tecumseh
Where the gravy flows through cheese and fries
The milk’s in bags and homogenized
Townsfolk say ‘eh’ and apologize
With the hockey game in overtime
So here’s full disclosure I’m a broke ass hoser
Living in a city that exports motors
And I’ll still wear shorts in the dead of winter
Rep that Great White North bitch this is Windsor

[Chorus 1]
519, 519
We’re riding E-Bikes down Huron Line
519, 519
Unemployment capital should be our sign
Detours have detours in the city with a river
All I can say is welcome to Windsor

[Verse 2]
Yo, I saw Feather Hat Guy asking for cigarettes
Where? Where? Ouellette me guess
W-I-N-D to the S-O-R
Where the 401 ends and America starts
The place that smuggled your rum and whiskey
With more happy endings than some classic Disney
The pollution’s bad but makes the sunset pretty
For the motha-Canuckers living in Rose City
So yo, I’m from Windsor Dude
That’s that shit that I’m aboot
Maple trees are where I get my roots
And St. Clair Beach is what I smell like dude
Cause I came from the bush like old-school porno
And our pizza’s great so FUCK DIGIORNO
If you don’t like Sorko, make fun of me
It’s Canada, I’ll get my feelings checked for free

[Chorus 2]
519, 519
My best friend’s dad made the car you drive
519, 519
Where Caesars Windsor is the whole skyline
Even in the summer we still are winter
All I can say is welcome to Windsor

[Verse 3]
This is 420 plus 99
Take a toque of the bowl in the 519
Where the bus is late when you’re on time
Roll up rims on the cups that you find outside
It’s the Great White North meets urban life
The only complaint is we’re too damn nice
So if they say they don’t like Windsor bitch
Well that shit cray like the lobster fish
It’s the land of love, and we love you too
It’s why we don’t spell neighbour without ‘U’
So grab a Coffee Crisp or some ketchup chips
If you were partially raised on Mr. Dressup clips
That True North strong, far and wide
Je parle Français, but just basic lines
Yo, it’s in my blood like a monocyte
I love this place more than free wifi

[Chorus 3]
519, 519
It’s like maple syrup all the time
519, 519
We’ve got polar bears if you need a ride
The country where people would never be mad at ya
All I can say is I fucking love Canada