Paroles et traduction Adastra - Pusti

Pusti

Dižemo silne zidove
Svojih ego tripova,
A iza njih smo usamljene skitnice.

Najgore je kad desi se
Da u trenu nestane
Ono što gradili smo
Sad je prazan hram.

Kako se lako odreći
Jedni drugoga,
Sve svete stvari
Danas ništa ne znače.

Negdje u tami prkosi
Pravednik koji doziva
Vjetar što utjehom će izbrisati bol.

Pusti nek' misle što hoće...

Opet prkosim u tami
Ovog puta nema vraćanja
Ja sam pravednik ovo su nepravedna sjećanja.
Pamtim sreću koja traje duplo manje,
Malo procvjeta pa se pretvori u sranje
I kad postanem pric drugi dan sam opet žaba,
Umoran i nemoćan ko neka stara baba-
Sve je usporeno opet osjećam se grogi,
Sve što boli u trbuhu mi se se zdrobi.
Odbijam bit' provociran,
Odbijam bit' iznerviran,
Odbijam bit' drogiran, pijan, izoliran.
Zašto više nismo ljudi dobre volje?
Zašto naše ne valja a tuđe je bolje?
Zašto sve što raste mi režemo u korijenu?
Zašto nepromjenjivi obećavaju promjenu?
A svijet je nekad lijep kada gledam ga takvog,
Na njemu nema dosta hrane al'

Ima metak za svakog...

Zašto dižu se zidovi stvoreni iz boli
I tko su svi ti umjetni idoli?
Govore sorry kad za milost se moli
A reklame im govore kako se živi i voli.
Zato opet opet idem nazad,
Duboko ispod,
Dublje nego ikad gdje visoko je pod
I bit će mi dobro,
Sve nevažno proć' će,
A do tada puštam ih nek' misle šta hoće.
PUSTI!

Pusti nek' misle što hoće...

Let It Be

We build strong walls
Of our ego trips,
But behind them we are lonely wanderers.

Worst of all is when it happens
That in a moment all is gone,
That which we have built
Is now an empty temple.

How easily we give up
On each other,
So sacred things
Mean nothing today.

Somewhere in the darkness defies
The righteous man who calls
The wind that will erase the pain with comfort.

Let them think what they will...

Again I defy the darkness
This time there is no turning back
I am the righteous man these are the unjust memories.
I remember happiness that lasts half as long,
It blossoms a little and then turns to shit
And when I become a prince the next day I am a frog again,
Tired and powerless like some old woman-
Everything is slowed down I feel groggy again,
Everything that hurts crushes me in my stomach.
I refuse to be provoked,
I refuse to be nervous,
I refuse to be drugged, drunk, isolated.
Why are we no longer people of good will?
Why is our no good but that of others is better?
Why do we cut everything that grows at the root?
Why do the unchangeable promise change?
But the world is sometimes beautiful when I look at it that way,
There is not much food on it but

There is a bullet for everyone...

Why are walls built out of pain
And who are all these artificial idols?
They say sorry when they beg for mercy
And commercials tell them how to live and love.
That's why I'm going back again,
Deep down,
Deeper than ever where the bottom is high
And I'll be fine,
Everything unimportant will pass,
And until then I'll let them think what they want.
LET IT BE!

Let them think what they will...