Paroles et traduction Das W feat. Sapient & Timi Hendrix - Who I Am

Who I Am

Ich möchte schlafen, meine Augen schließen
Das Panorama des letzten Jahres ist Atemzüge entfernt
Die Augenringe so dunkel, als wären sie nachgeschminkt
Ein Leben zwischen schwarz und grau
Jahrelang schon farbenblind
Alles hält mich wach, von dem Lärm der Stadt
Bishin zu der Ruhe selbst
Wo sind die Helden meiner Jugend und die Jugend selbst?
All das kaum noch auffindbar
Was bleibt ist Staub im Glas
Keine Erinnerung übrig, die nicht das Rauschgift nahm
Aber ich brauchte das
Schleierhafte Momente sind alles, was mich vorantreibt
Den Weg zu gehen, bis zum Ende
Fotos sind nicht von Wert
Alles, was von Bedeutung war, bekam von mir 'nen 16er
Manche hör ich noch häufiger, als andere
Und manche rauben den Schlaf, wenn der Flashbag kommt
Manche würde ich genauso nochmal schreiben
Als letzten Song
Und letzten Endes ist alles das was mir bleibt
Eine Platte mit Memoiren einer lange vergangenen Zeit
I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, "this is who I am"
Do-do-do-do-do...
X2
I think there's something stored in my cells
That's pulling me
Like the moon pulling the shore when it swells
A stairway to Heaven? A trap door-way to Hell?
Just stay here in between if you're out of stories to tell
But I'm a modern Homer on the open water
While the song is rollin', I've lost control
And the angels that watching over
Keep falling asleep on their shift
Now this is gone complete, leave the ship
And I'm stuck, tucking away the purest part of me
But I'll protect you all with these walls and my armory
I bend these bars and let you into my darkest garden
Pardon my karma, larvas and leaches on my arms and knees
When I close my eyes there aren't no dreams
I'm the Archimedes, but I'm a complicated man
And through my artistry I will part the seas
And touch the fabric of spacetime then tear apart the seams
Ey, ich bin ständig müde fuck it meine Lieblingsfarbe Grau
Lege mich bald unter die Erde und dann schlaf ich erstmal aus
Nehme die letzte Bahn
Für die man keine Fahrkarte mehr braucht
Persönliche Tragödie, Kater, Rausch
Trink zu viel, bin betäubt, zu viel Haze, zu viel Joints
In eurer kack Welt geht es immer nur um billig und um neu
Jeder Moment millionenfach schon in Texte gepackt
Der Johnnie Walker läuft, ertrinke den Stress in der Nacht
Die Seele ist voll Tinte
Jeder entlegenste Winkel
Steh manchmal an der Klippe, überlege, ob ich springe
Dreh Kippe Nummer 20, die benebelt meine Sinne
Wir sind alle auf dem gleichen fucking Weg in Richtung Himmel
Schau auf den Kilometerstand bei ein paar huntertausend
So viel Steine aus dem Weg geräumt, meilenweit gelaufen
Warum sind weit und breit da draußen eigentlich keine weißen Tauben?
Ah, scheiß drauf, na was soll's, ich geh erst mal einen rauchen

Who I Am

I want to sleep, close my eyes
The panorama of last year is just a breath away
My dark rings under the eyes, as if they were made up
A life between black and grey
Colorblind for years now
Everything keeps me awake, from the noise of the city
Up to the calmness itself
Where are the heroes of my youth and the youth itself?
All that is hard to figure out
What remains is the dust in the wineglass
Not one memory left, which the drug didn't take
But I needed it
Hazy moments are all that brings me forward
To go the way, until the end
Photos are not of value
Everything that was of importance, I gave it an extra 16
Some of them I hear more often than others
And some steal my sleep, when the flashback comes
Some of them I would write again in the same way
As the last song
And after all that is all that remains for me
A record with memories of a long gone time
My dear, these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, "this is who I am"
Do-do-do-do-do...
Twice
I think there's something stored in my cells
That's pulling me
Like the moon pulling the shore when it swells
A stairway to Heaven? A trap door-way to Hell?
Just stay here in between if you're out of stories to tell
But I'm a modern Homer on the open water
While the song is rollin', I've lost control
And the angels that watching over
Keep falling asleep on their shift
Now this is gone complete, leave the ship
And I'm stuck, tucking away the purest part of me
But I'll protect you all with these walls and my armory
I bend these bars and let you into my darkest garden
Pardon my karma, larvas and leaches on my arms and knees
When I close my eyes there aren't no dreams
I'm the Archimedes, but I'm a complicated man
And through my artistry I will part the seas
And touch the fabric of spacetime then tear apart the seams
Ey, I'm constantly tired, fuck it, my favorite color is grey
I'll soon lay down under the soil and then I'll sleep through it all
I'll take the last train
For which you don't need a ticket anymore
Personal tragedy, hangover, intoxication
I drink too much, I'm dazed, too much haze, too many joints
In your crappy world it's always about cheap and new
Every moment already put into lyrics a million times
Johnnie Walker is flowing, I drown the stress in the night
The soul is full of ink
Every remotest corner
Sometimes I stand at the cliff, wondering if I should jump
Smoke my 20th cigarette, that blurs my senses
We are all on the same fucking way towards heaven
I have a look at the mileage at a few hundred thousand
So many stones cleared away, walked miles
Why aren't there actually any white doves far and wide out there?
Ah, whatever, oh well, I'll have a smoke first