Paroles et traduction Kazi Ploae feat. Butch & Vlad Dobrescu - Aprilie Jalnic

Aprilie Jalnic

Sunt ca prima grenada aruncata in multime
Sunt ca dragostea oarba de la prima privire
Sunt ca un milion de gloante pentru doua vorbe
Sunt ca zambetul ironic de pe gluga unei cobre

Copil moralizat la modul "dumnezeii ma-tii, spune! "
In zile insorite meriti tot raul din lume
Cotidianul ma sugruma,
Iau o distanta voita fata de-un sine pe care-l detest ambiguu
Tre' sa-mi intretin frigul
Nu te uita la mine cand ma descompun in hertzi suspendati in vertijuri
Pun pariu ca ai planul, in orizont vezi oceanul cum se-ntinde
Si te-agiti in acvariu
Pielea fina, dintii ascutiti
Pradator nesuferit danseaza pentru noi, nimic atroce
Degenerat nevrotic tine minte ca
Timpul inchide ranile, dar doar moartea le vindeca
M-a spintecat deplin intr-un mod total sinistru
Cand am realizat ca sunt un om atat de singur
Simti cum moare visul, e ca un blestem perfect
Ca doua decenii de mart la table intr-un parculet infect

Aprilie jalnic, pete de hands up tactic
Dereglat ca un ceas antic legat de pat telepatic
Zvon de agonie, e aprilie jalnic
In visul meu realitate ati fi toti bolnavi de cancer

Asta-i bolnav, bum, nu fi nebun, fa cunostinta cu groparul
Am ingropat atat de multi incat am devenit imun
Bum, te duc pe ultimul drum, pe sticla scrie Rum
Export tutun, import jamaica fum
Pe tine te jeleste maica-ta rascruce,
Iti pun un brat in mana sa ai pe lumea cealalta si tu ce duce

Pretinzi ca te seduce moartea
Te dai la ta mea, vezi ca traiesc de mult cu ea
Gaseste-ti moartea ta, hai sa iti torn in groapa catifea
Sa bei cafea, sa te-nvelesc cu linistea
E prima oara, nu-i asa?
Zambeste, cineva acolo sus sotto nu te iubeste
Ca motto, citeste, la capataia ei se odihneste
De ce tot tragi nadejde? nu mai tipa gropar, opreste-te!
Bum, hai linisteste-te!

Aprilie jalnic, pete de hands up tactic
Dereglat ca un ceas antic legat de pat telepatic
Sfori ca-n agonie, e aprilie jalnic
In visul meu realitate ati fi toti bolnavi de cancer

Daca mintea ta e-un templu, intru prin geam
Jongland cu cinci portocale si ma bat cu zece ninja
Ministerul sanatatii s-a tripat si si-a dat afara echipa
Pentru ca au lasat bolnavi psihic si hip-hop
Deci unul din voi sa-l sune pe Sigmund Freud
Sa-i spuna poezii scrise de noi pe sute de foi
Descriind romani care-o sug ca Bram Stoker
Le las fata rosie, rosie ca un joc de poker
Daca vreau sa fie-n prim plan, o sa fac eu un prim pas
Cu sangele lor din nas sub varful de la adidas
Stiu serpi si scorpioni care cand vor sa ma citeze scriu
"Maestru al frazelor ucigase" intre paranteze
Cu idei violente innodam, vedem adevarul, il notam
Flow de parca inotam, usor pe-un beat greu cand o dam
Altii o dau greu pe-un beat usor
Pe viitor imi bag pa, imi bag pa in viitor!

Cruel April

I'm like the first grenade thrown into a crowd
I'm like blind love at first sight
I'm like a million bullets for two words
I'm like the ironic smile on a cobra's hood

A morally-charged kid in the style of "Goddamn you, speak!"
On sunny days, you deserve all the evil in the world
The daily routine is strangling me,
I take a deliberate distance from a self that I ambiguously detest
I have to maintain my coldness
Don't look at me when I decompose into hertz suspended in vertigo
I bet you have the plan, you see the ocean stretching on the horizon
And you're agitated in the aquarium
Soft skin, sharp teeth
Unbearable predator dances for us, nothing atrocious
Neurotic degenerate, remember that
Time heals wounds, but only death heals them
It ripped me apart completely in a totally sinister way
When I realized I was such a lonely man
You feel the dream dying, it's like a perfect curse
Like two decades of witnessing a game of checkers in a disgusting little park

Cruel April, spots of tactical hands up
Deregulated like an antique clock tied to a telepathic bed
The sound of agony, it's cruel April
In my dream reality, you'd all be sick with cancer

This is sick, boom, don't be crazy, meet the gravedigger
I've buried so many that I've become immune
Boom, I'll take you on your final journey, the bottle says Rum
Export tobacco, import Jamaican smoke
Your mother mourns you at the crossroads,
I'll put an arm in your hand so you have something to carry in the afterlife

You claim that death seduces you
You hit on my girl, watch out, I've been living with her for a long time
Find your own death, let me pour velvet into your grave
To drink coffee, to wrap you in peace
It's the first time, isn't it?
Smile, someone up there doesn't love you
As a motto, read it, at her bedside it rests
Why are you still hoping? Don't scream anymore, gravedigger, stop!
Boom, calm down!

Cruel April, spots of tactical hands up
Deregulated like an antique clock tied to a telepathic bed
Strings like in agony, it's cruel April
In my dream reality, you'd all be sick with cancer

If your mind is a temple, I enter through the window
Juggling five oranges and fighting ten ninjas
The Ministry of Health got high and fired their team
Because they left people mentally ill and hip-hop
So one of you call Sigmund Freud
To tell him poems we wrote on hundreds of sheets
Describing Romanians who suck it up like Bram Stoker
I leave them red-faced, red like a poker game
If I want to be in the foreground, I'll take the first step
With their nosebleed under the tip of my Adidas
I know snakes and scorpions who when they want to quote me write
"Master of murderous phrases" in parentheses
With violent ideas we tie the knot, we see the truth, we write it down
Flow as if we're swimming, easily on a heavy beat when we drop it
Others drop it hard on an easy beat
In the future, I'll get my kicks, I'll get my kicks in the future!