Paroles et traduction Cosmin 13 - Rest in Poem

Rest in Poem

In noaptea asta apare diavolu' pe ecrane
Vampiri insetati in catedrale
Ierusalim e departe
Mori toti insetati si apa se gaseste pe Marte
Frumusetea e pentru orbi
Constiinta n-are ochi, constiinta mea are porti
Constiinta e un asasin, baiete fugi departe
Ascunde-te de monstrii, ai cutite infipte in spate
Fugi departe, lumea asta nu te cere
Nu te vede, nu te crede
Renasc din ruine,
Zbor ca Icarus, la un moment cad dar realizez ca am aripi de inger
Adevarul, un cutit
Am taiat o linie, am mintit
Munciuna, un creion ascutit
Cu gluga pe cap decid sa-l ucid
Ma sacrific in direct si regizoru' inchide ochii, e ceva concret
Joc cele trei carti in abis, ma gasesc la jumate
Ori pierd ori castig, lasa-ma sa dorm
Noaptea asta e uciderea din culpa
A cugetarii si simt veninu' cum se urca
Fugi departe, chiar daca lumea te-a oprit
Te-a lovit, e ultima statie inainte de infinit
Pare un film, am regizat totul si am improvizat
Si ma simt un actor infalibil, de definit
Odata cu timpul, am ascultat 13 si nu i-am inteles tripul
Visele mele au un pret
Inainte ca diavolu' sa afle ca m-am renascut
Ieri, ieri, ieri, ieri, trecutul foc aprins
Viitorul bombardament

Bine ai venit frica,
An dupa an locuiesti in mine ascunsa ca un Trojan
Un ban se invarte pe o tabla
Isi citeste destinul si stie ca o sa piarda
Dar o sa decida pentru o viata
Pe oras fumuri, nu ceata
Destinul meu e scris pe o piatra
Sculptat de mine, devine gheata, ma ingheata (smin)
Simt o noapte fara stele, un razboi fara arme
O crima fara pace interzisa
Mii de cuvinte mistice pe o revista
Baiete, uite-te in spate, ce combinatie trista
Indragostit de intuneric, ai ochi inchisi
Impinsi la limita, greseli devin taituri
Curge multa cerneala
Ochii vor o lume ideala
Treispe ermetic
Noaptea asta e prea grea
Vise devin cosmaruri
Zeci de zaruri aruncate
Aveam 2 aripi, am visat
Joc sah, vreau sa-mi descopar viitorul
Tatal altundeva
Nu e acolo nicidecum, orfani
Caut raspunsuri printre umani
Dumnezeu a murit
Si noi suntem bolnavi de capitalism
Treispe profet, fara intelect
Adevarul e mama ratiunii
Perfecta-n esenta, drept e ca
Filozofia e abstractia pentru tot ce-i concret
Visele mele au un pret
Platit cu un plan maret
Dar ma simt ca Icarus,
O sa pierd, dar pana la capat de drum
Raman lucid in bezna, ma prezint, Treispe

Rest in Poem

In this night the devil appears on the screens
Vampires thirsty in cathedrals
Jerusalem is far away
All the thirsty die and water is found on Mars
Beauty is for the blind
Conscience has no eyes, my conscience has doors
Conscience is a murderer, boy run away
Hide from the monsters, you have knives stuck in your back
Run away, this world doesn't ask for you
He doesn't see you, he doesn't believe you
I am reborn from ruins,
I fly like Icarus, at one moment I fall but I realize I have wings of an angel
The truth, a knife
I cut a line, I lied
A lie, a sharp pencil
With a hood on my head, I decide to kill him
I sacrifice myself live and the director closes his eyes, it's something concrete
I play the three cards in abyss, I find myself in half
Either I lose or win, let me sleep
Tonight is killing out of guilt
Of thought and I feel the poison rising
Run away, even if the world has stopped you
He hit you, it's the last station before infinity
It looks like a movie, I directed everything and improvised
And I feel like an infallible actor, to be defined
Over time, I listened to 13 and I didn't understand his trip
My dreams have a price
Before the devil finds out that I was reborn
Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, the past is a burning fire
The future is bombing

Welcome, fear,
Year after year you live in me, hidden like a Trojan
A coin spins on a board
He reads his destiny and knows that he will lose
But it will decide for a lifetime
On city smokes, not fog
My destiny is written on a stone
Carved by me, it becomes ice, freezes me (smiles)
I feel a night without stars, a war without weapons
A forbidden crime without peace
Thousands of mystical words on a magazine
Boy, look behind you, what a sad combination
In love with darkness, you have closed eyes
Driven to the limit, mistakes become cuts
Much ink flows
Eyes want an ideal world
Thirteen hermetic
Tonight is too hard
Dreams become nightmares
Dozens of dice thrown
I had 2 wings, I dreamed
I play chess, I want to discover my future
Father somewhere else
He's not there at all, orphans
I seek answers among humans
God is dead
And we are sick with capitalism
Thirteen prophet, without intellect
The truth is the mother of reason
Perfect in essence, it is right that
Philosophy is the abstraction for everything that is concrete
My dreams have a price
Paid with a great plan
But I feel like Icarus,
I will lose, but until the end of the road
I remain lucid in the darkness, I introduce myself, Thirteen