Paroles et traduction Edavārdi - Maņu Orgāni

Maņu Orgāni

Visās jomās divas puses ir vienmēr
Viņa resna paliek, bet es saku – "Kuce, tu tievē!"
Dažiem sēklas izskatās kā puķes, kas ziedēs
Viedokļu ir dafiga un mūsu mutes ir piemērs
"Es esmu krutākais!" – varu laimīgi saukt
Jo, veci, tu jau zini, ka šeit taisnības nav
Zini, moš' man arī vajag gaidīt un kaukt
Jo kas ir pareizi? Alkaholu maisīt un jaukt?
Vai mirt veselam? Ko tu gribi uzspiest man?
Nosakot, kas šajā dzīvē liek man justies labi
Es apšaubu sevi, kad kāds izsakās, ka nīst
Kaut ko tādu, veci, kas man izskatās kā īsts
Kāpēc saki, ka sūds, kad es daru normāli?
Vai tad mums ir atšķirīgi maņu orgāni?
Ja atbalstam pretstatus un paliekam laimīgi
Realitāte ir viena, bet mums abiem ir taisnība?

Ar ko tu redzi, kad tu guli un sapņo
Kam ir taisnība, ja kļūdīsies tie, kuri pat saprot
Kāds veselā miesā pat te puvi vēl atrod
Tu kādu laiku savas acis turi, tad atdod

Kas es esu tu man pasaki, bet neklausos
Gribi noteikt, kur ir pamati pat netaustot?
Es visu redzu tā kā vanagi – es nešaubos
Kaut ar acīm mani pavadi – es nekaunos
Es zinu, kā tie svari tev sakustas
Klausies Onyx, tad redzi mani uz skatvues?
Pie miķa hipijs, tas ir labi vai patupi?
Vai tev priekštati lūzt, kā kad valis uz batuta?
Ko? Kāpēc klausās? Es izpratu sakarību
Tas no tā statusa un izskata atkarīgs
Nafig ausis, ja kad nodali, kas patīk
Tu treka krutumu te nosaki ar acīm?
Un pēc tā tad tu nolasi man atzīmi
It kā tikko dzirdētais nav noticis un sacīts
Ja uz snēra netrāpu, kas tad ir šis
Ja daru ļoti slikti, tad moš' pasaki biš'
Padomus, ja tie teksti, ķipa, vāji padodas
Ā! Tad man labāk rīmēt tikai vārdu galotnes?
Kāpēc neritmā viņš lasa tās zilbes?
Ķipa, tas nav sūdīgi, tas ir tāds stils
Da nahuj, labs i' labs un slikts i' slikts
Bet šajā scenā tas ir tabu kā "x x x"
Tāpēc neatzīst, bet es indi lūpās krāju
Kas kādreiz aizvērs viņu pimpju sūkātājus

Ar ko tu redzi, kad tu guli un sapņo
Kam ir taisnība, ja kļūdīsies tie, kuri pat saprot
Kāds veselā miesā pat te puvi vēl atrod
Tu kādu laiku savas acis turi, tad atdod

Sense Organs

There are always two sides to every story,
You're getting fat, but I say, "Bitch, lose weight!"
Some see seeds as flowers that will bloom,
There are tons of opinions and our mouths are an example.
"I'm the coolest!" - I can happily proclaim,
Because, old man, you already know that there is no justice here.
You know, maybe I also need to wait and bark,
What is right? To mix and mess with alcohol?
Or die healthy? What are you trying to impose on me?
Determining what in this life makes me feel good,
I doubt myself when someone says they hate
Something, old man, that looks real to me.
Why do you say it's shit when I do it normally?
Do we have different sense organs?
If we support opposites and remain happy,
Reality is one, but we are both right?

What do you see when you sleep and dream?
Who is right if those who even understand will make mistakes,
Someone in a healthy body even finds rot here,
You hold your eyes for a while, then give them back.

Tell me who I am, but I'm not listening,
Do you want to determine where the foundations are without even touching them?
I see everything like hawks - I have no doubt,
Even lead me with your eyes - I'm not ashamed,
I know how those scales of yours move,
Listen to Onyx, then you see me on stage?
A hippie on the mic, is that good or should he just shut up?
Do your preconceptions break like a whale on a trampoline?
What? Why are they listening? I understood the connection,
It depends on the status and appearance,
To hell with ears, when you share what you like,
Do you determine the coolness of a track with your eyes?
And based on that, you give me a grade,
As if what you just heard didn't happen and wasn't said.
If I didn't hit the snow, then what is this,
If I'm doing very badly, maybe tell me a little bit,
Advice, if those lyrics, man, are weak,
Oh! So I better just rhyme the word endings?
Why doesn't he rhyme those syllables while reading?
Like, it's not shitty, it's just his style,
Fuck it, good is good and bad is bad,
But in this scene, it's taboo like "x x x",
So don't admit it, but I'm collecting poison in my lips,
Which will someday silence their dick suckers.

What do you see when you sleep and dream?
Who is right if those who even understand will make mistakes,
Someone in a healthy body even finds rot here,
You hold your eyes for a while, then give them back.