Paroles et traduction Art1st_4 - Beast, Vol. 2

Beast, Vol. 2

Ruhum özgür, dolanırım doğayla tütün!
Ve bütün yaptıklarım özellikle özgün...
Çünkü fikrim farklı, artık buldum bu benim bu benim özüm
Sen kız, anla san, anlasan veya anlamasan aslında bozmaz
Bozduğunu san, hatta aslında konuştuğumuz anlar düzenimi isteğinle bozuyor olman bana artık koymaz
Çünkü artık özgürüm, artık ben sözüm, artık hep çözüm, sorunum yoksa aslında nedir çözüm?
Beni üzün, beni üzdüğünüzü sanın, dert ettim sanın...
Şarkımı da aslında sadece öylesine yazarım

Sahilde, Olimpos'ta, tartıştıkları üzerinde buralıları anlamaya, sürekli burada olmaya inancım tam
Ama bunu o an, o an bunu yapmamdaki gerçek sebep gerektirmeler sanırım
Böyle derken belki yanılırım, sanarsın kırılırım, aslında salaksın!
Tek fark inancım, anahtar inancın, zaten hiç inancından bağımsız yaşayamazsın!

Yine de
İnandığın anladığınsa, anladığından emin oluyorsan, dikkatini dağıtma yoluna bak da
Nedir yol? Bu kadar metaforsa
İnandığın anlamaksa, anlamakta ustaysan, eminsen kendinden, işte o zaman başlar güzel yaşam...
İnan güzel yaşa
İnat inandıklarına
Devam güzel yaşamaya
Takılma kaygılarına
Fiziksel sınırına
Toplumsal kuralına
Egosal boşuna
Farkında bile değildi...

Egosal boşundan
İşten bile değildi...
Doğrusunu bulmak
Çünkü, içten gelirdi...
Kendi kendineydi...

Doğada sınırsız yaşam

Oh let me be, oh let me be me!
Time 2 see fuck you kid!
I am better when Im me!
Chase the bee, see the key is your mind
As you feel, thats the thing, hit the ring, then shine with your rhymes!

Güzelinin, iyinin eseri
Düşüncelerinin senin eserin
Oluşu buluşu aslolan duruşu
Vurucu bir his gerçeğin bu oluşu
Hasta tatta pasta hayat, hasta hatta anla bayat
Yasta olmak saçma dayat
Fikirlerim inançla kurak
Kalbimde bi yaşa inat
Duygularımı saçsam

Örülü saçma duvar
Görünür aslında uyar
Içine denesen sana kayar
Bi kere denesen bana olay
Fark eder devam edersin, gerisi kolay...

OLAY OLAY OLAY

To finish
Im careless fucking filthy being
I was writing all these for money
Can't do'more my time is honey
I catch the bee alll the time hatta
Im the bee, Im beast

Beast, Vol. 2

My spirit is free, I wander with nature and tobacco!
And everything I do is especially original...
Because my idea is different, I've found it now, this is my essence
You, understand, whether you understand or not, it doesn't really matter
Think it bothers, even the moments we talk, you disturbing my order with your request doesn't bother me anymore
Because I'm free now, I'm my word now, I'm always the solution, if I don't have a problem, what is the solution?
Make me sad, think you made me sad, think I cared...
I actually just write my song casually

On the beach, in Olympos, my belief in understanding the locals, constantly being here, based on what they discuss, is complete
But the real reason I do this at that moment is probably due to necessities, I guess
Maybe I'm wrong saying this, you might think I'm offended, actually you're foolish!
The only difference is my belief, the key is belief, you can never live independently of your belief!

Still
If what you believe is what you understand, if you are sure of what you understand, look for a way to distract yourself
What is the way? If there are so many metaphors
If what you believe is to understand, if you are a master of understanding, if you are sure of yourself, that's when the beautiful life begins...
Believe, live beautifully
Be stubborn in your beliefs
Continue to live beautifully
Don't get caught up in your worries
Your physical limit
Social rule
Egotistical in vain
They weren't even aware...

Of their egotistical futility
It wasn't even from work...
Finding the truth
Because, it came from within...
They were on their own...

Unlimited life in nature

Oh let me be, oh let me be me!
Time 2 see fuck you kid!
I am better when I'm me!
Chase the bee, see the key is your mind
As you feel, that's the thing, hit the ring, then shine with your rhymes!

The work of beauty, of goodness
Your thoughts are your work
The becoming, the discovery, the essential stance
A striking feeling, this is the reality of becoming
Sick taste cake life, sick even understand stale
Being in mourning is absurd imposition
My ideas are arid with belief
A defiance of age in my heart
If I let my feelings out

Braided absurd wall
It actually appears, warns
If you try inside, it slides to you
If you try once, be the event for me
You realize, you continue, the rest is easy...

EVENT EVENT EVENT

To finish
I'm careless fucking filthy being
I was writing all these for money
Can't do more my time is honey
I catch the bee all the time hatta
I'm the bee, I'm beast