Lyrics and translation Ansis feat. Ozols - Kas deg manā bākā

Kas deg manā bākā

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Kas deg manā bākā, kas deg manā bākā
Kas deg manā bākā, kas deg...
Kas deg manā bākā, kas deg manā bākā
Kas deg manā bākā, kas deg...
Kas deg manā bākā, kas deg manā bākā
Kas deg manā bākā, kas deg...
Kas deg manā bākā, kas deg manā bākā
Kas deg manā bākā, kas deg...
Un tu zini, ko man vajag?!
Pedālis grīdā, kamēr tu pimpo savu raidu...
Strādāju, lai būtu ceļā visu savu laiku
[Ceļā visu savu...] un tad tikai braukt taisni...
Tā, ko ēdu, priekš tevis te čista nav vairs!
Es braucu ar muti, man ir visas caurlaides!
Es tikšu, kur vajag, man vajag tikai daudz laika. Un tu...
...Zini, ko man gribās?
Redzi mani, lupījot ar binokli uz mirāžu
Balstu to, kas man ir, uz manis izdomāta pīlāra
Tas neesot reāli... Bet kā gan viņi to var zināt?
Es atradu sevi nokāpjot līdz apakšai pa spirāli!...
Mana Rīga skan kā Detroita
Egles pie mājām stiepjas debesīs tā kā sekvojas
Un katrs kilometrs — tas ir vēl viens dzīves čekpoints
Jā, tā laikam izskatās mans medicīnas kurss...
Es kopju tās brūces, kuras nemitīgi sūrst
Tāpēc skats uz atpakaļu man ir relatīvi tumšs
Un besī tā smaka, kad vējš no zemapziņas pūš
Es tam visam ļauju svilt! Tas ir nevajadzīgs sūds!
Tāpēc ripojam uz priekšu, motors nemainīgi rūc!
Vienmēr bāka ir pilna, gatavs par beduīnu kļūt
Tikai neprasi, kāpēc es ceļā nerunīgs būšu...
Un neprasi, kas...
Ei... ei, ei, jā...
Manā bākā nedeg uguns, bet gan gaisma
Viss izskatās kā darbs, bet tomēr pamatā ir kaisle
Tas iesākās kā farss, bet tagad nogalina bailes
Kaut viss ir bezcerīgs, kā Jaunā gadā lietās laimes
Bet tomēr es esmu šeit un tuvāk beigām eju
Vienā rokā lāpa, otrā ir karte uz Kolizeju
Nejūtīgas acis seko man caur mirušu aleju
Kur atstāju visu, kas neļauj lietas līdz galam paveikt!
Un atkal dedzinu nost visus vecos tiltus
Deg manā bākā viss, no kā reiz akli apžilbu
Deg manā bākā viss, ar ko reiz sevi uzpirku
Deg manā bākā visa patiesība, viss viltus!
Tā mēs klaiņojam bez sapņiem šeit un bez mērķa
Un katrs kaut nedaudz tomēr mēs esam dzīves estēti
Katram savā burkā savi ambīciju vekseļi
Ko tā vien gribas iemainīt pret savu darītnespēju!
Bet tad tu apzinies — ir sala, nav tiltu!
Ir tava ilūzija, ko ik diena izsvilpj
Ir tavi pieņēmumi, kas īstenībai neatbilst
Spēle sāk rādīt zobus un tavs zobrats nodilst!
Tu domā — velns ir melns? Nē, viņš ir baltais
Tam pieder spēle, un tu esi tikai vēl viens jauniesauktais
Piesprādzējies, šis karuselis met nāves cilpas
Šodien pagātnes atziņas ir tikai melnbaltas bildes, kas
Kas deg...
Deg manā bākā
Deg manā bākā...

What's Burning in My Lighthouse

Do you know
What's burning in my lighthouse, what's burning in my lighthouse
What's burning in my lighthouse, what's burning...
What's burning in my lighthouse, what's burning in my lighthouse
What's burning in my lighthouse, what's burning...
What's burning in my lighthouse, what's burning in my lighthouse
What's burning in my lighthouse, what's burning...
What's burning in my lighthouse, what's burning in my lighthouse
What's burning in my lighthouse, what's burning...
And you know what I need?!
Pedal to the floor, while you pimp your ride...
I'm working to be on the road all my time
[On the road all my...] and then just drive straight...
The things I eat, they're not clean for you anymore!
I drive with my mouth, I have all the passes!
I'll get where I need, I just need a lot of time. And you...
...Know what I want?
See me, peeling with binoculars at a mirage
I base what I have on a pillar I invented
It's not real... But how can they know?
I found myself spiraling down to the bottom!...
My Riga sounds like Detroit
The firs by the houses stretch to the sky like sequoias
And every kilometer — that's another life checkpoint
Yeah, that's what my medical course looks like...
I tend to those wounds that constantly ache
That's why the view back is relatively dark
And the smell is annoying when the wind blows from the subconscious
I let it all burn! It's unnecessary shit!
So let's roll forward, the engine constantly roars!
The lighthouse is always full, ready to become a Bedouin
Just don't ask why I'll be quiet on the road...
And don't ask what...
Hey... hey, hey, yeah...
It's not fire that burns in my lighthouse, but light
Everything looks like work, but it's basically passion
It started as a farce, but now it kills fear
Even though everything is hopeless, like happiness in New Year's things
But still I'm here and I'm getting closer to the end
A torch in one hand, a map to the Colosseum in the other
Insensitive eyes follow me through a dead alley
Where I left everything that doesn't let me finish things!
And again I burn down all the old bridges
Everything I was once blindly blinded by is burning in my lighthouse
Everything I once bribed myself with is burning in my lighthouse
All truth, all falsehood is burning in my lighthouse!
This is how we wander here without dreams and without purpose
And each of us, at least a little, is still an esthete of life
Each in his own jar has his own promissory notes of ambition
Which one just wants to exchange for his own incapacity!
But then you realize — there is an island, there are no bridges!
There is your illusion, which is whistled out every day
There are your assumptions that do not correspond to reality
The game starts to show its teeth and your gear wears out!
You think the devil is black? No, he is white
He owns the game, and you're just another recruit
Buckle up, this carousel throws death loops
Today, the insights of the past are just black and white pictures that
That are burning...
Burning in my lighthouse
Burning in my lighthouse...