Paroles et traduction Edavārdi - Gribēju, Kā Labāk

Gribēju, Kā Labāk

Es izskatījos nemirstīgs, kā saniķojies ar nāvi
Mans katrs solis bija paziņojums, ka nāku
Katrs teikums svarīgs, tā kā pareģojums ar prāvu
Fanu pulku, es plūdu, cits sapiķotu par tādu
Mēs ienācām dziedot, visi planēja tad pakaļ man
Priesteri sauca sargus, tie kavējās līdz vakaram
Es sludināju, lai gaismu slavētu kā atskaņas
Ka katrs ir īpašs, un ka planēta ir apaļa

Es gāju ar neapautām kājām, lai es varētu just Zemes silto elpu.
Kad es prasīju: "Vai es varu to nobliezt?", tauta teica, es varu.
Viņi uzsāka teikumus, bet es tos pabeidzu.
Kad es runāju, mans spieķis pārvērtās par mikrofonu.
Mēs ieturējām launagu, lai parādītu cieņu tālajam ceļam ko veicām.
Tad es parādīju virzienu, un viņi uzbūvēja ceļu.

Mēs devāmies uz templi, un bez plašas maskarādes
Un pirmais, ko dzirdēju, bija kases aparāts
Apgāzu stendus, uz grīdas izbira zelts
Šī vieta nav tirgus, jūsu izbrīns ir velts
Mēs svinējām vakarā, alus lija no kausa
Spriedu: "Tas, ko darīju šodien, moš' bija par daudz."
Bet pūļa gaviles apbur un maitā
No katras par mani paceltās glāzes es apskurbu vairāk

Mana apziņa izšķīda alkoholā un uzslavās kā cukurs.
Es aizmigu, un visi apklusa, lai dzirdētu, ko es sapņoju.
Bet es nesapņoju, es biju piedzēries, es biju noguris.

Kad es pamodos, es biju piesists pie krusta
Pūlis tas pats, bet manas dziesmas dzied klusu
"Kas notika?!" kliedzu, man kā liesmas griež dusmas
Līdz es pamanīju, ka citam uz ielas sviež puķes
Kā tad ar mani? Retais žēloja vai nolika
Centos pievērst uzmanību, tēloju, ka nomiru
Kāds teica: "Re, kur vandālis, kas jēlības nes!"
Ja runa iet par templi, cienītais – tas nebiju es
Noiets etaps, lai par mani domātu pat drusku
Visiem bij vienalga, un es nokāpu no krusta
Dzīve ir kā ceļš, ko tur padarīt, gana bēdas
Es gāju meklēt kādu, kam parādīt manas rētas
Atpakaļ mājās un atkal atpakaļ rutīnā
Atkal biju "nekas" es, un nevis vakara rubrikā
Manas asinis nožuva, kad pārkāpu pār lieveni
Gribēju kā labāk, sanāca kā... vienmēr

Man bija labākais plāns pasaulē, kā pacelt piķi
Skeptiķi teica: "Prāts satraumēts," man, "atcel visu!"
Vajadzēja tikai savākt grupu, ko pieskatīt
Lai dzirdētu sirēnu dziesmu, un tad to pierakstīt
Ļoti vienkārši – mani piesies pie masta
Jums būs ausīs vasks iekšā, liesiet to paši
Tad sarakstīšu dziesmu – saldāku kā lieliski našķi
Naudu dalam vienādi, lai nav tie dienišķie kašķi un viss

Es vienmēr esmu bijis sapņotājs.
Un nez kāpēc nekas tā neveicina fantāziju kā tukšs maks.
Es nenomēru 7 reizes. Es metu cirvi ar aizvērtām acīm un nākamajā rītā lasu laikrakstus, meklējot savu vārdu.
Mani argumenti bija viegli apgāžami, bet mans entuziasms bija lipīgs.
Manas acis bija neprātīgas, bet mani vārdi bija pati loģika.

Mēs izbraucām saulainā dienā, kad strādā galva kā pienākas
Mūsu burai krāsa baltāka bij' kā pienam
Gar salām ar klinšu grēdām stāvākam kā sienas
Sadzirdēju balsis – cik savādi skan tā dziesma
Es to gribu likt sev repītā kā diskus
Tā dod galvā daudz spēcīgāk kā viskijs
Es izrāvos no virvēm – kur man tas prāts bij'
Raujot vasku no ausīm, sakot: "Jums tas ir jādzird!"

Es pamodos pālī, guļot krasta kāpās
Vai tiešām es esmu šeit, vai tikai gļuko, kas man rādās?
Par to, kas bija vakar, štukot atkal jāsāk
Nav atslēgu, pases un arī, šķiet, ka jakas, tā kā
Lai tā uzvestos, ir jābūt tak trakam pilnīgi
Ieraudzīju biedru – viņš bija ierakts līdz kaklam smiltīs
Viņš teica, ka mēs viņām izmaksājām kopā uzreiz
Un tad es sapratu, ka viss ir nogājis greizi
Mūs apmānīja, tā kā sīkus ķiparus
Numurā, kuru iedeva viņas, trūka trīs ciparu
Saburzīta cīgu paka tagad liekas mīļa
Jo vienīgais, kas sanāca, bij' atstāt vienu rītam
Un es gāju mājās, aptverot tik daudz
Ietinos kuģa karogā, lai patvertos no saules
Paģiras beidzās, kad es pārkāpu pār lievieni
Gribēju kā labāk, sanāca kā... vienmēr

I Wanted the Best

I looked immortal, like I'd made a deal with death.
Every step I took was a statement: I'm coming.
Every sentence mattered, like a prophecy with a hefty
Crowd of fans, I'm swimming in it, others would kill for this.
We entered singing, everyone was glowing, following me.
Priests called the guards, they were delayed till evening.
I preached to praise the light like an echo.
That everyone is special, and that the planet is round.

I walked barefoot, so I could feel the Earth's warm breath.
When I asked, "Can I pull this off?", the people said, I could.
They started sentences, but I finished them.
When I spoke, my staff turned into a microphone.
We had lunch to honor the long journey we took.
Then I showed the direction, and they built a road.

We went to the temple, without a grand masquerade.
And the first thing I heard was the cash register.
I overturned the stands, gold spilled on the floor.
This place is not a market, your surprise is in vain.
We celebrated in the evening, beer flowed from the goblet.
I thought, "What I did today, maybe it was too much."
But the crowd's cheers enchant and spoil.
With every glass raised for me, I warmed up more.

My conscience dissolved in alcohol and praise like sugar.
I fell asleep, and everyone came closer to hear what I was dreaming.
But I didn't dream, I was drunk, I was tired.

When I woke up, I was nailed to the cross.
The same crowd, but they're singing my songs quietly.
"What happened?!" I screamed, anger burns me like flames.
Until I noticed that someone else on the street is being showered with flowers.
What about me? Few pitied or acknowledged me.
Trying to get attention, I pretended to die.
Someone said, "Look, a vandal who's up to no good!"
If it's about the temple, dear, it wasn't me.
A stage passed, so they would think of me even a little.
Everyone didn't care, and I got off the cross.
Life is like a road, what to do, enough sorrow.
I went to look for someone to show my scars.
Back home and back to routine again.
I was "nobody" again, not in the evening headlines.
My blood dried as I crossed the threshold.
I wanted the best, it turned out as... always.

I had the best plan in the world, how to make bank.
Skeptics said: "Mind traumatized," told me to "cancel everything!"
All I had to do was gather a group to look after.
To hear the siren's song, and then write it down.
Very simple – they'll tie me to the mast.
You'll have wax in your ears, take it out yourselves.
Then I'll write a song – sweeter than the finest treats.
Money in the pocket all the same, so there are no daily squabbles, and that's it.

I've always been a dreamer.
And for some reason, nothing stimulates the imagination like an empty wallet.
I didn't die 7 times. I threw an axe with my eyes closed and the next morning I read newspapers, looking for my name.
My arguments were easily refuted, but my enthusiasm was contagious.
My eyes were crazy, but my words were logic itself.

We set off on a sunny day when the head is working properly.
Our sails were whiter than milk.
Along islands with rock walls taller than walls.
I heard voices – how strange that song sounds.
I want to put it on repeat like disks.
It hits the head harder than whiskey.
I broke free from the ropes – where were my senses?
Pulling wax from my ears, saying: "You have to hear this!"

I woke up in a meadow, lying in the coastal dunes.
Am I really here, or am I just seeing things?
About what happened yesterday, gotta start studying again.
No keys, passport, and it seems, no jacket either, as if
To behave like that, you have to be completely off track.
I saw my buddy – he was buried up to his neck in the sand.
He said we paid them all at once.
And then I realized that everything went wrong.
They tricked us, like little kids.
The room number they gave us was missing three digits.
A crumpled pack of cigarettes now seems dear.
Because the only thing that worked out was leaving one for the morning.
And I went home, realizing so much.
I wrapped myself in the ship's flag to shelter from the sun.
The praise ends as I cross the threshold.
I wanted the best, it turned out as... always.