Lyrics and translation Liricas Analas - Tugn

Tugn

O giavelen, puspei in di ch'jeu crei ch'el
Cali mai,
E ver eis ei ch'jeu sevilentel mo si, nua
Meina quei?
Igl ei veramein - tudi aschia, sun in che
Siara mai,
E pusseivel eis ei ch'jeu gnanc sai pertgei.
Bien - mir'inagada el spieghel e teidla tier,
Ti audas in che discuora, in um plein sien.
Profund en tia subschientscha
Schai la raschun sco rumien.
Ti sas ei, mo negina renconuschientscha,
Lais buc valer, vulas buc veser, haver ver
Che ti sas midar ei,
Perquei eis cun in pei aunc ell'aria,
Fas avon che ti seigies cuntents, mo
Mordas sils dents.
Tgiras tiu bien num, mira cul temps,
Piardas dunn'ed affon, miras mo sil
Vischin,
Das la bucca e creis che quei seigi saun.
Midas nuot e snegas las damondas en tiu
Cor,
Creis mo quei che ti vesas.
Smarveglia che ti mo tugnas entuorn!

Ti mo tugn'entuorn ton sco ti pos,
Vegns avon sco'l pli davos,
Setegns vid roms fauls,
Mo baul fas secund, perquei che tut vegn
Anavos.

S'imaginel ussa tia visascha
Co ti eis sin meisa rodunda, fas paterladas
Sur da quei che ti has viu, has udiu.
Tschontschas sur da tut il giavel, mo buc
Sur dil tiu.
Acceptanza vegns mai a survegnir.
Schizun quels che han tedlau tier pon oz
Mo rir
Sur da tia faulsadad, naivadad,
Tia ignoranta moda da modular verdad.
Ditg e liung hai pudiu funcziunar,
Enqualin cartiu, tiu schi tup tugnar.
Sco gia detg, tut quei che ti lais or
Vegn zacu zaco tut anavos!

Ti mo tugn'entuorn ton sco ti pos,
Vegns avon sco'l pli davos,
Setegns vid roms fauls,
Mo baul fas secund, perquei che tut vegn
Anavos.

Ti toc carstgaun, eis tups sco miarda,
Ti clomas mo or senza raschun e muntada.
Ti surdrovas plaids e lungatg,
Quels han mo buc fadegiau tes patratgs.
Tut surfatg,
Ti eis in arsch,
E per duvrar tiu tschurvi eis memia
Marschs.
Ti mo tema, cu ti vas per las vias,
Per tei eis ei planisau treis morts
Pusseivlas.
Tugn, tes dis ein dumbrai!
Uss ei cheu in auter sgiavlader ch'ei
Vegnius tiel plaid,
El setta anavos macaber cun texts e mics.
Ti mo tugna entuorn!
Tgei has el cor che smacca?
Ti mo tugna entuorn!
Tgei dat a ti la tratga?
Ti mo tugna entuorn!
Vesas tia fatscha,
Clomas egl uaul, lu audas co ei rebatta!

Ti mo tugn'entuorn ton sco ti pos,
Vegns avon sco'l pli davos,
Setegns vid roms fauls,
Mo baul fas secund, perquei che tut vegn
Ana

Deception

Oh devil, you believe that I
Am ever,
And it's true that I sound lovely to you, doesn't
It seem that way?
It is actually true - like me, you are in that
Nightmare,
And it's possible that I don't even know why.
Good - I looked in the mirror and smiled at you,
You hear it in your heart, in an open space.
Deep in your subconscious,
You know the reason as a whisper.
You know it, but no recognition,
You don't let it be valid, don't want to see, have it true
That you are lying to yourself,
That's why you're still in the air with one foot,
You pretend to be happy, but
You bite your teeth.
You call your good name, watch with time,
You lose and drown, you only look at the
Cherry,
You give your mouth and think it's healthy.
You hide nothing and swallow the questions in your
Heart,
You only believe what you see.
Amazing that you're just wandering around!

You only roam around you as you can,
You come forward like the last,
You stand with false strength,
But you mince secondly, because everything comes
Backwards.

Imagine your face now
How you are on a round table, making speeches
About what you have seen, have heard.
You gossip about all the devil, but not
About yours.
Acceptance will never come to you.
Even those who have tried to get close to you today
But die
About your falsehood, naivety,
Your ignorant way of modulating truth.
You have been able to function for a long time and a long time,
Someone believed, your do still wander.
As I said, everything you leave out
Is coming back again slowly!

You only roam around you as you can,
You come forward like the last,
You stand with false strength,
But you mince secondly, because everything comes
Backwards.

You touch heavily, you are dull as dung,
You only shout without reason and meaning.
You abuse words and language,
They have not yet fathomed your tricks.
All superficial,
You are an ass,
And for using your worm is memory too
Soft.
You only fear when you walk the streets,
For you, three deaths have been planned
Possible.
Deception, your days are numbered!
Now there is another mischief that is
Come to the argument,
He sits back macabre with texts and mikes.
You only roam around!
What is in the heart that smacks?
You only roam around!
What gives you the trait?
You only roam around!
See your face,
Shout in the wail, then hear how it echoes!

You only roam around you as you can,
You come forward like the last,
You stand with false strength,
But you mince secondly, because everything comes
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