Skeleti (Kashuks Remix) - Edavārdi Übersetzung ins Englische

Skeleti (Kashuks Remix)

Dzīvei patīk jokot, bet tas ir humors melns
Jā, man ir gruzons, pie lūpām te tiek rupors celts
Zaļš kā tuborgs, nevis boss kā Hugo, zelts
Te tāls kā Plutons, bet vismaz man ir muzons vēl
Un vēl mans ego bonusā dzīvē, lirikās ir klāt
Likās, ka mainījos daudz, bet tikai minimāli, brāl
Un man joprojām ir ērts tas, kas no ideāla tālu
Man ir parasta dzīve, bet to kā Iliādu rādu
Es maucu kā māku, to saucot par mākslu
Bet kopš kura laika, vecais, es kaut ko pārstāvu?
Esmu tikai viens no tiem, kas nav draugos ar prātu
Nepiešuj man tikai tos klaunus ar stāžu
Ko pie velna man darīt – celt un tad samīt
Ielikt visu šajā tekstā, līdz elpas nav galīgi?
Cenšos sevi nežēlot, bet smeldz kaut kas manī
Man ir 21, bet mans elks ir Bags Banijs
Man ir laiks pieaugt, nedaudz ir(a) bail vienam
Nejautāšu vairs Dievam – "Saņemties man, vai ieraut?"
Gaistošs ira kaifs, vienmēr tas ir tā kā naids mieram
Saku: "Pofig," bet patiesībā iekšā sasalu kā gaiss ziemā
Viss būs labi – to pateicu dzejā manā
Jo es esmu grāvī, kas ir pareizā ceļa malā
Pat man esot baltam, es dodu kolorītu repu
Komenti neskar, esmu par anonīmu netu
Brāl, prikoli kritiķiem kā kriptonīts
Pie miķa klāt, it kā tiek lirikā bāzts nikotīns
Pat divi vārdi nones man, it kā te sprāgst Ignalina
Kapēc tā – nezinu. Zini, ej sāc viktorīnu
Man atliek iziet ārā, kur tas pūlis trobeli sāk
Un man idejas dzimst, kā šūnas folikulā
Reps ir visur – to grūž pat holivudā
Vecīt, divi H burti ir pat ūdens molekulā
Man rīt koncis, bet nesaku to draugiem
Vai paziņām, jo daudziem viss tas ir kā joks, jaunie
Fanāti saka, Tu klasiku dod, paldies
Bet vai Tu zini to, kad ir panika jo kaunies
No tā kas esi? Šķiet, ka vaj'g nafig jau nost šauties
Bet prieks ir izvēle – tam, kas patiku dod, ļauties
Lasot to, kas uz papīra virs bīta
Esmu jauns, mani skeleti skapī vēl ir līķi

Skeletons (Kashuks Remix)

Life loves a joke, but its humor is dark
Yeah, I have baggage, horn is raised to my lips
Green like Tuborg, not a boss like Hugo, gold
Here it's distant like Pluto, but at least I still have music
And plus my ego as a bonus in life, it's present in the lyrics
It seemed like I changed a lot, but only minimally, bro
And I'm still comfortable with what's far from ideal
I have an ordinary life, but I show it like the Iliad
I bulldoze as I can, calling it art
But since when, man, do I represent something?
I'm just one of those who isn't friends with his mind
Just don't lump me in with those clowns with tenure
What the hell am I supposed to do - to build and then crush?
Put everything in this text, until my breath is completely gone?
I try not to pity myself, but something gnaws at me
I'm 21, but my idol is Bugs Bunny
It's time for me to grow up, I'm a little scared alone
I won't ask God anymore - "Pull myself together or shoot myself?"
Fleeting rage is a buzz, it's always like hatred for peace
I say, "Whatever," but in reality I freeze inside like air in winter
Everything will be fine - I said that in my poetry
Because I'm in a ditch that's on the right side of the road
Even though I'm white, I give colorful rap
Comments don't touch me, I'm anonymous on the net
Bro, jokes are Kryptonite to critics
By the mic, as if nicotine is being injected into the lyrics
Even two words deafen me, as if Ignalina is exploding here
Why is that - I don't know. You know, go start a quiz
I have only to go outside, where the crowd starts the trouble
And my ideas are born, like cells in a follicle
Rap is everywhere - it's even pushed in Hollywood
Man, there are even two H's in a water molecule
I have a gig tomorrow, but I don't tell my friends
Or acquaintances, because for many it's all a joke, youngsters
Fans say, You give classics, thanks
But do you know that when there is panic because you are ashamed
Of what you are? It seems that you need to shoot yourself right away
But joy is a choice - to indulge in what gives pleasure
Reading what's on paper over a beat
I'm young, my skeletons in the closet are still corpses