Paroles et traduction Haragán y Cia - Introducción, Pt. 6

Introducción, Pt. 6

Versuri "C. I. A. - Sentiment suprem"
Tre' sa functionezi, sa te-aliniezi
Sa te conformezi, doar sa te integrezi
Sa te prefaci ca uiti in ce-ai visat si crezi
Da' nu ingenunchiezi, inca stii sa evadezi
Prin absolut orice
Ochii de langa tine inca nu pot percepe
Simturile celor din jur dispar usor
Si spiritu' tau devinde iarasi calator
Si pluteste lent, cu briza blanda-n fata
Se simte liber, ca un prunc se rasfata
Iminent te-nvata cum sa savurezi
Ca sunt atatea-n viata si nu tre' sa le pierzi
Ca e pasta proaspata pe-o coala imaculata
O panza care-ti vorbeste, o poza-nlacrimata
Muzica dulce ce-asteapta sa se nasca
Sau la Cannes, marele premiu o pelicula romaneasca
Cautam sa fim ce-am ales si vrem
Sa pastram acel sentiment suprem
E langa noi, da' nu-l vedem
E langa noi, da' nu-l vedem
E sentiment suprem sau blestem ma tem
C-aproape tot ce avem, mancam, futem sau bem
Uitam sa credem, n-avem ochi sa vedem
Raul facut il stergem si-n multime ne pierdem
Punem ban pe ban, da' ne lipseste pasiunea
Spui: nu tine loc de foame. Doamne, ce naiva-i lumea!
Deloc dreapta, viata e doar o treapta
Ghidata subtil soarta, spre pacea mult asteptata
Intoarceti-va la arta! indiferent de forma
Ca e graffiti pe pereti sau castel facut din shaorma
Ca e film sau poezie ori simple schite pe hartie
Pot devenii opere rare la Louvre in galerie
Si cine stie? Poate in fiecare din noi
Se ascunde fie un artist fie vreun fiu de eroi
Totu' depinde de voi, care-i doza de realism
E sentiment suprem sau nevoia de optimism
Cautam sa fim ce-am ales si vrem
Sa pastram acel sentiment suprem
E langa noi, da' nu-l vedem
E langa noi, da' nu-l vedem
Sentimentele ne dau vietii savoare
Insereaza in momente nuante de culoare
Mereu in cautare, pierdem din vedere
Ca ani mai sunt putini, dupa: la revedere
Prizonieri ai unei societeti inca-ndraznim
Sa fim ce din suflet ne-am dorit sa fim
Si n-am ales asta cum ar zice multi ca voi
Ne place sa credem ca muzica ne-a ales pe noi!
Cautam sa fim ce-am ales si vrem
Sa pastram acel sentiment suprem
E langa noi, da' nu-l vedem
E langa noi, da' nu-l vedem

Introduction, Pt. 6

Lyrics "C. I. A. - Supreme Sentiment"
You gotta function, align yourself
Conform, just integrate
Pretend you forget what you dreamed and believed
But you don't kneel, you still know how to escape
Through absolutely anything
The eyes next to you still can't perceive
The senses of those around slowly fade
And your spirit becomes a traveler again
And floats slowly, with the gentle breeze in front
It feels free, like a child indulging
Imminently teaches you how to savor
That there's so much in life and you don't have to miss out
That it's fresh paint on a pristine sheet
A canvas that speaks to you, a teary picture
Sweet music waiting to be born
Or at Cannes, the grand prize, a Romanian film
We seek to be what we've chosen and we want
To preserve that supreme sentiment
It's beside us, but we don't see it
It's beside us, but we don't see it
Is it a supreme sentiment or a curse, I fear
That almost everything we have, we eat, we fuck, or we drink
We forget to believe, we don't have eyes to see
The evil done, we erase it and lose ourselves in the crowd
We stack money, but we lack passion
You say: it doesn't take the place of hunger. God, how naive the world is!
Not at all straight, life is just a step
Subtly guided by fate, towards the long-awaited peace
Return to art! regardless of the form
Whether it's graffiti on walls or a castle made of shawarma
Whether it's a film or poetry or simple sketches on paper
They can become rare works in the Louvre gallery
And who knows? Maybe in each of us
Hides either an artist or a son of heroes
It all depends on you, what's the dose of realism
Is it a supreme sentiment or the need for optimism
We seek to be what we've chosen and we want
To preserve that supreme sentiment
It's beside us, but we don't see it
It's beside us, but we don't see it
Sentiments give life its flavor
Insert shades of color into moments
Always searching, we lose sight
That there are few years left, after: goodbye
Prisoners of a society, we still dare
To be what we wanted to be from the soul
And we didn't choose this, as many of you would say
We like to believe that music chose us!
We seek to be what we've chosen and we want
To preserve that supreme sentiment
It's beside us, but we don't see it
It's beside us, but we don't see it