Paroles et traduction Kazi Ploae - 13 (Hidden Track)

13 (Hidden Track)

Ce auzi e a mia parte din ce scriu
Restul sunt
Apocrife
Definitiv nedefinite
Nu gasesc curajul sa renunt
La arta de a trai in dezgust
Am inteles ca te resemni
In fata neputintei
Nefericirea mea e frumoasa
De o poezie tacuta ca pictura unui peisaj pustiu in miez de iarna
Cum sa nu te doara
Anestezia simtului
E singurul punct terminus din aceasta gara
SI daca totul sta in detalii
Atunci de ce e bibia neagra?
Muta si rece ca o arma
Care imi bombardeaza Adn-ul invelit in Tungsten
Sunt un zigot crescut de frunze
Absolut neutru
Am riduri de rinocer pe care le iei drept scuturi
Miezul noptii ma prinde galopand printre rebuturi
Arta contemporana suna a cacealma
Cand apa de la robinet e cel mai bun energizant
Si banii nu vor fi multi
Dar iti spun
Doar banii calzi ma tin in viata
Cand blurez conturul
Si captez cu el atata ura
Cariat pana la os
De Petunii si Begonii autohtone
Orfan vesel
Altar de bezna
Se numeste Slam
Si eu sunt dus
Asa ca devine Slam Abstract
Tu nu tre' sa spui decat ca e praf
Si cercul devine complet in patratul pe care-l numesti obtuz cap.

Buna, arati ca o curva
Dar medalia are tot felul de reversuri fara de care nu am scrupul
Incet dar sigur
Incerc cerc pasibil
Ma intorc vorbind ca Cioran din cel mai prost film posibil
Te tentez contemplativ
Mananca de la Mec sa mori putred
Beati supa
10 se face 20 plus 2 extind trupa
Nu scrie in zile cand iti e foame
Vaca Morgana devine Clara Morgane
E grav sa mai sper
Eram prea tanar cand m-au rugat sa lucrez pentru guvern
Da-mi mie mike-u
Daca nu ai destul I. Q
Sau fa-o de capul tau ca un adevarat gay clasic
E telepatic de parca nu am nici o viziune
Pierdut de baby-sitter la raionul de legume
Incet dar sigur
Incerc cerc pasibil
Daca nu sunteti cu mine, inseamna ca sunt singur
Un copil sarac incalzit de lipsuri
Dereglat de regrete ca un sfinx de blitzuri
Sunt o surpriza cu substrat tragic
Liber in lanturi care trag pragul
Rag gratis
Bocancii astia ma strang si ma dor
Dar m-am atasat de ei atat de mult incat ii suport
Primul biscuit se rupe intotdeauna
Fiindca primul nou nascut e continuarea ultimei papusi
Ii pierzi urma

Un milion de betivi carismatici,
Trantesc usile cand pleaca sa se stie ca o sa se intoarca
Un milion de femei privesc in gol intr-o
Oglinda in care visele se sparg in timp ce dorm
Un milion de junkisti de dedubleaza in
Extinctii aluzive ca profesorii cand vor spaga
Stii coaie, cand noi dadeam la Hades,
Tu nu stiai nici sa desparti hip hop pe silabe
Dau foarte aproape de mike, lipit de sita de parca-s o insecta
Si trec peste ei pana descrentralizez centru
Foamea cronica provoaca geniu
Te inchini la zei plin de praf ca un cargo din Peru
Cutreier in eter cu greier in creier etern sceptic
M. c-s la curent cu asta ca pe scaunul electric
Dependent de independenta
Iti servesc secvente frecvent pe frecventa

Rabdarea e un paradox stupid
Deci nu te razbuna, eventual o sa privesti cadavrele plutind
Exprim stres cand observ peste
Intr-o mie de piese, despre o mie de chestii
Scoti coarne de melc
Ura conserva
Impresia de stat la coada greu ca plumbu
Cu un trup lugubru
Esti un poponar scarbos ca Travolta
Spanzurat cu cravata in fata colectivului din clasa a 8-a
Membre trandafirii aduc miros de votka
Si somn in zapada ca un inger din grenade
Reinventand hip hop-ul
Nu esti botanist doar daca iti plac florile
I-a Ciclon 6 la orizont la unison in mortii ma-tii
Aduc cu mine un milion de nopti ingrozitoare
Sunt ca un pumn prematur dat iubitei tale
Pubic nebagat inseama
Traiesc intr-un peisaj difunctional
Surmenat, intr- zi de vara
Fac asta pentru nimeni
Eu doar imi astept meniul
Ramanem sub pamant ca Granitul

13 (Hidden Track)

What you hear is a thousandth part of what I write.
The rest is
Apocrypha
Definitely indefinite.
I can't find the courage to give up
The art of living in disgust.
I understand that you resign yourself
To powerlessness.
My unhappiness is beautiful,
Like a silent poem as the painting of an empty landscape in the middle of winter.
How can it not hurt you?
Sense anesthesia
Is the only terminus in this station.
And if everything is in the details,
Then why is the Bible black?
Silent and cold as a weapon
That bombards my Tungsten-coated DNA.
I am a zygote grown from leaves,
Absolutely neutral.
I have rhinoceros wrinkles that you take for shields.
The middle of the night finds me galloping among the scraps.
Contemporary art sounds like a sham
When tap water is the best energizer
And the money won't be much,
But I tell you,
Only warm money keeps me alive
When I blur the outline
And capture with it so much hatred.
Decayed to the bone
By native Petunias and Begonias.
Merry orphan,
Altar of darkness.
It's called Slam,
And I'm gone,
So it becomes Abstract Slam.
You don't have to say anything except that it's dust,
And the circle becomes complete in the square you call obtuse head.

Hey there, you look like a whore,
But the medal has all sorts of reverses without which I have no scruple.
Slowly but surely
I try a peaceful circle.
I come back talking like Cioran from the worst possible movie.
I tempt you contemplatively.
Eat from McDonald's and die rotten.
Blessed soup.
10 becomes 20 plus 2 extend the troupe.
Don't write on days when you're hungry.
Cow Morgana becomes Clara Morgane.
It's serious to hope anymore.
I was too young when they asked me to work for the government.
Give me the mic
If you don't have enough I.Q.,
Or do it your way like a real classic gay.
It's telepathic as if I have no vision.
Lost by a babysitter at the vegetable section.
Slowly but surely
I try a peaceful circle.
If you're not with me, it means I'm alone.
A poor child warmed by deprivation,
Disrupted by regrets like a sphinx of flashes.
I'm a surprise with a tragic substrate,
Free in chains that pull the threshold.
I scream for free.
These boots are tight and hurt,
But I've become so attached to them that I can stand them.
The first biscuit always breaks,
Because the first newborn is the continuation of the last doll.
You lose track of her.

A million charismatic drunks
Slam the doors when they leave to let everyone know they'll be back.
A million women stare into space in a
Mirror where dreams break while they sleep.
A million junkies cashing out in
Allusive extinctions, like teachers when they want a bribe.
You know, man, when we were rapping to Hades,
You didn't even know how to break down hip-hop into syllables.
I go very close to the mic, glued to the screen as if I were an insect.
And I go over them until I decentralize the center.
Chronic hunger provokes genius.
You worship dusty gods like a cargo ship from Peru.
I wander in the ether with a cricket in my brain, eternally skeptical.
My words are as current with this as in the electric chair.
Dependent on independence.
I serve you sequences frequently on frequency.

Patience is a stupid paradox,
So don't get revenge, eventually you will watch the corpses float.
I express stress when I notice over
A thousand songs, about a thousand things.
You take out snail horns.
Hatred preserves
The impression of standing in line, heavy as lead
With a lugubrious body.
You're a nasty pervert like Travolta,
Hanged by your tie in front of the 8th grade class.
Pink limbs bring the smell of vodka
And sleep in the snow like an angel from grenades,
Reinventing hip-hop.
You're not a botanist just because you like flowers.
Take Cyclone 6 on the horizon in unison in your motherfuckers.
I bring with me a million horrifying nights.
I am like a premature punch thrown at your girlfriend.
Unstuffed pubic means
I live in a dysfunctional landscape,
Overworked, on a summer day.
I do this for no one.
I'm just waiting for my menu.
We remain underground like Granite.