Lyrics and translation Flow 212 - Ritmo Do Meu Flow MastikSoul Mix

Ritmo Do Meu Flow MastikSoul Mix

Pearl Jam
Miscellaneous
Even Flow (new)
Freezing. Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete. Again.
Oh, Feeling maybe he'll see a little better set a days. Ooh yeah.
Oh, hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar. Ooh.
Oh, dark grin. He can't help when his happy looks insane. Yeah.

Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah. Ooh.
Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again.
Life again. Life again.

Kneeling. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read. Ooh yeah.
Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything. No.
Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way. Yeah, woo.
Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame. Yeah.

Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah. Ooh.
Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Yeah.
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away.
Lead him away. Him away.
Yeah.
Woo. Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, motherfucker.

Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Yeah.
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah. Ooh.
A-someday yet he'll begin his life again. Yeah.
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away.
Lead him away. Him away.
Yeah.
Woo. Uh huh yeah. Yeah yeah, fuck it up again.

I died. I died and you just stood there. I died and you watched me.
I died and you walked by and said, "No. I'm dead."

Ritmo Do Meu Flow MastikSoul Mix

Pearl Jam
Divers
Even Flow (nouveau)
Il gèle. Il repose sa tête sur un oreiller en béton. Encore.
Oh, il se sent peut-être mieux, il voit un peu mieux un jour. Ooh oui.
Oh, il tend la main, des visages qu'il voit encore et encore, ce n'est pas familier. Ooh.
Oh, un sourire sombre. Il ne peut pas s'empêcher, quand il est heureux, il a l'air fou. Ouais.

Even flow. Les pensées arrivent comme des papillons.
Oh, il ne le sait pas, alors il les chasse - ouais. Ooh.
Oh, un jour, il recommencera sa vie.
Vie encore. Vie encore.

À genoux. Il regarde à travers le papier, même s'il ne sait pas lire. Ooh oui.
Oh, il prie maintenant quelque chose qui ne lui a jamais rien montré. Non.
Oh, il sent, il comprend le temps des hivers qui arrivent. Ouais, woo.
Oh, les plafonds rares et lointains, toutes les salles de la honte légale. Ouais.

Even flow. Les pensées arrivent comme des papillons.
Oh, il ne le sait pas, alors il les chasse - ouais. Ooh.
Oh, un jour, il recommencera sa vie. Ouais.
Oh, des mains chuchotantes le conduisent doucement.
Le conduisent loin. Lui loin.
Ouais.
Woo. Ah, ouais, ouais, ouais, connard.

Even flow. Les pensées arrivent comme des papillons. Ouais.
Oh, il ne le sait pas, alors il les chasse - ouais. Ooh.
Un jour, il recommencera sa vie. Ouais.
Oh, des mains chuchotantes le conduisent doucement.
Le conduisent loin. Lui loin.
Ouais.
Woo. Uh huh ouais. Ouais ouais, merde encore une fois.

Je suis mort. Je suis mort et tu étais juste là. Je suis mort et tu m'as regardé.
Je suis mort et tu es passé en disant, "Non. Je suis mort."