Paroles et traduction Edavārdi feat. Arčijs - Tas Nav Tavs

Tas Nav Tavs

Tu piedzimi kliedzot, kā, kad nogalina, liekas
Šīs pasaules bērns, kas nāk no pavisam citas vietas
Dzīvības dzirksts, kas lec pāri likumam
Tava mīkla, kura jārisina visumam
Kur Tu biji, bērns, cik atlicis vēl laiks?
Ko teici pasaulei, vai apnicis ir kaifs?
Kā Tevi pieņēma, bija papildus kas skaists?
Jautājumi, uz kuriem atbildes ir naids?
Ko Tu man parādīsi, maz vai daudz?
Tu sauc man savu vārdu, bet tas nav Tavs
Tu rādi dzimteni, par kuru upurēsies kā likts
To sauc par mājām, bet to uzbūvēja kāds cits
Labi pavadīts laiks, ņem no tā piemiņu
Bet tas nav Tavs, Tev to kāds iedeva
Rādi savu māju, kājas velkot pa parketu
Bet tā nav Tava, Tev to kāds pārdeva
Lamuvārdus pievienot jau replikai gribēji
Bet tie nepieder Tev, bet tavai videi
Tu rādi savus draugus, jūs piektdienu gribiet
Viņi nepieder Tev, Tu piederi viņiem
Tu rādi dusmas aktīvi, braši
Tās nav tavas, tu tikai atbildi ar to pašu
Apgalvojot, ka par Tevi citi nepavēl
Bet Tu tikai dod pretī to, ko citi deva Tev
Tu redzēji zeltu, tāpēc štuko, perini
Tu tam visam tici, bet Tu to nezini
Demonstrē man stilu, citiem līdz tam tālu vēl
Bet Tas nav tavs, ja tas sākumā ir jāuzvelk
Kas Tu esi, mans bērns, Tu nestaro bet karo
Tevi zvaigznes sauc, bet Tu nesaproti viņu valodu
Kas Tu būsi, ja visi ceļi, kas vijas, tiks aprauti
Ja Tu beigās esi tikai reakcija uz pasauli

2x Piedz.
Kas Tev iedeva šīs bailes un atklāsmes
Neko nevar paņemt līdz, ko Tu aiz sevis atstāsi
Ja Tu esi dzīvs, aizej un pastāsti
Ko Tu, ko Tu, ko Tu aiz sevis atstāsi

Ieklausies! Esmu piederība tava, jūti savādu stresu
Šķiet, jo ātrāks nets, jo Tu tālāk esi
Esmu ego Tavs, ausī dziedu balādi vecu
Nopērc garāku mersi un dod man karātus vēl
Esmu sirds Tava, par to reizēm lamāju Tevi
Neaizber ar naudu, un es kā banka parādu ceļu
Esmu talants, veci, tici man, Tu labāks esi
Tu mani manāmi slēp, es parādos, kad hlamā esi
Esmu ķermenis Tavs – elpu ārā dvešu
Visu, kas Tu esi, ārpasaulei parādu es
Tās ir lamatas, veci, Tu liec man samazgas ēst
Es varu važas plēst kā smagatlēts
Esmu brīvība Tava, izmet ārā darba drēbes
Parādi man Marakešu vai no parapeta kā
Lamanšs plešas . tā nav Tava dzīve, ko Tu dzīvo
Tās nav Tavas acis, tajās sen jau pagaisa degsme
Cik vēl apļus ap Sauli Tu domā sēdēt pasīvi
Pleķītī uz akmens kosmosā, ko dēvē Latvija
Pildīt svešus ideālus, ar saviebtu ģīmi izdabāt
Mērīt, vai Tev izdevās, pēc nelaimīgas sabiedrības lineāla
Tu vaino visus citus un jau banālo recesiju
Bet visi ceļi, ko Tu gāji, bij' ar mazāko pretestību
Vecāku cerības caur depresiju līdz kapsētai vedīs
Tu bēdz no atbildēm, kas ir paslēptas tevī
Dzīvo vienreiz? Dari to, kas vērts ir un Tavs
Vai, būdams bērns, uz sevi nokatītos lepni Tu pats?
Ja Tu tikai labo redzi tā, kā lēcas uz acs
Tad Tu vēsi esi kandidāts priekš spēlmaņu nakts
Štatu sapnis kredītā – mantas lētas un prastas
Tablešu grēdas ar to sader tā, kā zēni un karš
Bērni un darbs, bez sapņa kļūst bēdas un nastas?
Ko Tu atstāsi – spamu netā vai pēdas uz Marsa?

It's Not Yours

You were born screaming, like when they kill, it seems
A child of this world, who comes from a completely different place
A spark of life, jumping over the bend
Your riddle, which the universe has to solve
Where have you been, child, how much time is left?
What did you tell the world, are you tired of the buzz?
How was you accepted, was there something extra beautiful?
Questions to which the answers are hatred?
What will you show me, little or much?
You call your name to me, but it's not yours
You show your homeland, for which you'll sacrifice yourself as if destined
They call it home, but someone else built it
Good time spent, take a memory from it
But it's not yours, someone gave it to you
Show your house, dragging your feet across the parquet
But it's not yours, someone passed it on to you
You wanted to add swear words to your rap
But they don't belong to you, they belong to your environment
You show your friends, you want Friday
They don't belong to you, you belong to them
You show your anger actively, bravely
They're not yours, you're just responding with the same
Claiming that no one commands you
But you only give back what others gave you
You saw gold, so you ponder, you hatch
You believe it all, but you don't know it
Show me style, others are still far from it
But it's not yours, if you have to put it on in the beginning
Who are you, my child, you don't shine, but you fight
The stars call you, but you don't understand their language
What will you be if all the winding roads are cut off
If you're just a reaction to the world in the end

2x Chorus
Who gave you these fears and revelations
You can't take anything with you, what you leave behind
If you're alive, go and tell
What you, what you, what you leave behind

Listen! I'm your belonging, you feel a strange stress
It seems the faster the internet, the further away you are
I'm your ego, singing an old ballad in your ear
Buy a longer Mercedes and give me more carats
I'm your heart, I sometimes scold you for that
Don't cover me with money, and I, like a bank, will show you the way
I'm talent, old man, believe me, you're better
You noticeably hide me, I appear when you're wasted
I am your body - I breathe out
I show the outside world everything you are
These are traps, old man, you make me eat crumbs
I can tear the reins like a weightlifter
I am your freedom, throw away your work clothes
Show me Marrakech or how from the parapet
The English Channel stretches . it's not your life you're living
These are not your eyes, the passion in them has long since faded
How many more circles around the Sun do you think you'll sit passively
On a patch of rock in space called Latvia
Fulfill other people's ideals, indulge with a feigned smile
Measure whether you've succeeded by the ruler of an unhappy society
You blame everyone else and the banal recession
But all the roads you took were with the least resistance
Parental hopes through depression will lead to the cemetery
You run from answers that are hidden within you
Live once? Do what is worthy and yours
Would you, as a child, look upon yourself proudly?
If you only see good as lenses on your eyes
Then you'd be a cool candidate for a gambler's night
The dream of a state in credit - things are cheap and common
Rows of pills go with it like boys and war
Children and work, without a dream become sorrows and burdens?
What will you leave behind - spam on the internet or footprints on Mars?