Paroles et traduction Edavārdi - Elle

Elle

Antidepresantus dot aptiekās pārstās
Ja visu neredzēsim patiesās krāsās
Nesaku, ka viss man liekās ārprāts
Bet laikā, kad viss paliek tāds dārgāks
Katrs savu vietu jau ar nažiem sāk gādāt
Tie idēali pazūd ar aliem, kad bārā
Ar citiem jokus protu dzīt
Bet kad skatiens dodas spogulī
Prātā drūmas domas, rokas trīc
Līdz es eju prom šo spoku dzīts
Es ceru, bet neticu, ka viss būs labi
Ticība, prieks? Jā, man izzūd abi
Gribu nedarīt neko kā saguris riktīgi
Vienīgais mērķis ir patukšas vitrīnas
Pēļņa, kādas sukas padumjas striptīzs
Jo kaut kam augstākam pazuda ticība

Elle ir tikai pilna ar muļķiem
Jo tiecoties augstāk lūztam, to nespējot
Mēs idēali starp viltu un murgiem?
Nē, es redzu kā kļūstam par pretējo

Elle ir tikai pilna ar muļķiem
Jo tiecoties augstāk lūztam, to nespējot
Mēs idēali starp viltu un murgiem?
Nē, es redzu kā kļūstam par pretējo

Cenšos darīt labi, visu paiet gadi fiksi
Vārdi sit tā, ka varētu būt karatisti
Kas par to, ja es pavēmu no alus bišķi?
Tēmu dziesmai paņēmu par garu bisi
Kaut gan nekad nedomāju, ka tā notiks
Tajā laikā, kad es nerotāju labas notis
Nebija plānots, bet pēc debijas bāros
Sestdienās tagad stundas septiņas lāpos
Repā kolektīvi pajūk kā dibināti
Jo, zini, ar laiku pazūd tie ideāli
Visi pazemē grib pabūt tā minimāli
Bet, ja karjera nav ahūna digitāli
Viņi sāks jaunus statūtus dibināt
Līdz pazudīs, jo sapūs tā krimināli
Es arī ticu mazāk idejām cēlām
Par to patiesību ar tām liriskām scēnām
Tikai dažas tādas plūst dziļi pa vēnām
Dēļ kurām skrienu, kamēr citi tā lēnām
Gadās sapīties ar baru, kas nepatīk
Jo dažas atrunas un daru, ko nedarītu
Es tagad zinu kāpēc paliekiet auksti
Jo pēc katras vilšanās paliek vienalga
Es to jūtu sevī, pa gadiem pie galda
Sēžot, man gribas tikai saliet pie tautas

Elle ir tikai pilna ar muļķiem
Jo tiecoties augstāk lūztam, to nespējot
Mēs idēali starp viltu un murgiem?
Nē, es redzu kā kļūstam par pretējo

Elle ir tikai pilna ar muļķiem
Jo tiecoties augstāk lūztam, to nespējot
Mēs idēali starp viltu un murgiem?
Nē, es redzu kā kļūstam par pretējo

She

They will stop giving antidepressants in pharmacies
If we won't see everything in its true colours.
I'm not saying that everything seems crazy to me,
But in a time when everything becomes so expensive,
Everyone starts to secure their place with knives.
These ideals disappear with beers, when in a bar
I know how to joke with others,
But when I look in the mirror,
Crazy thoughts drums in my mind, my hands are shaking
Until I go away, driven by these ghosts.
I hope, but I don't believe that everything will be fine.
Faith, joy? Yeah, they both are fading away.
I want to do nothing like I'm really tired.
The only goal is empty showcases,
Profit, what a stupid bitch striptease is,
Because the faith in something higher disappeared.

Hell is only full of fools,
Because we break while reaching higher, unable to do it.
Are we ideals between deception and nightmares?
No, I see how we're becoming the opposite.

Hell is only full of fools,
Because we break while reaching higher, unable to do it.
Are we ideals between deception and nightmares?
No, I see how we're becoming the opposite.

I try to do well, all the years go by quickly,
Words hit so that they could be karate,
What if I threw up a bit from beer?
I took the topic of the song as a long bitch,
Even though I never thought it would happen
At a time when I didn't play good notes,
It wasn't planned, but after the debut in bars,
I'll patch it up for seven hours on Saturdays now.
Collectives in rap fall apart as they are founded,
Because, you know, over time, these ideals disappear.
Everyone wants to be underground at least,
But if the career is not awesome digitally,
They will start to establish new statutes
Until they disappear, because they rot criminally.
I also believe less in lofty ideas,
About the truth with those lyrical scenes,
Only a few flow deep through the veins,
For which I run, while others so slowly.
It happens to get tangled up with a crowd I don't like,
Because some excuses and I do what I wouldn't do.
I now know why you remain cold,
Because after each disappointment, it doesn't matter.
I feel it in me, over the years at the table,
Sitting, I just want to pour on people.

Hell is only full of fools,
Because we break while reaching higher, unable to do it.
Are we ideals between deception and nightmares?
No, I see how we're becoming the opposite.

Hell is only full of fools,
Because we break while reaching higher, unable to do it.
Are we ideals between deception and nightmares?
No, I see how we're becoming the opposite.