Paroles et traduction Masayah - Pusto

Pusto

Solza padla je na list
A4 formata
Kaplja dala je vtis
Da je časovna potrata

In zdej debata sama s sabo
Kaj narobe je z mano
Da vsako emocijo
Imam zapisano in prebrano

In ko repam v glavi
Vse ponovno zaigrano
Poslikano, okvirjeno
V spominih pokopano

Jaz pišem in pišem
Da si izklopim realnost
Pomoc ne iščem ne iščem
Ker mam za to ustvarjalnost

Ko solze brišem, jih brišem
Na to poetsko podlago
Z njimi rišem in rišem
Emocionalno prtljago

Vse kar mi je predrago
In vse kar sovražim
Zapišem, zapečatim
Svoja čustva izrazim

Ker lahko jokam, poham, v sebi pokam
Pišem, družim, smejem se
Izražat se ne znam
Ampak v pesmih vam povem vse

Upam da se čuti
Vsako liriko in čustvo
V rap dam, vse kar mam
Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto ker

Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Na papirju mam napisano vsako svoje čustvo

In priznam
Boli me včasih
Pridigajo srečo
Nam v TV oglasih

A ne vprašajo se
Kolko sreče rap prinese
Ljubezen zimzelena
Traja dlje nam ko ciprese

In ne gre se mi za slavo
Da živela bom s tem
Gre se mi za zdravo glavo
Vse kar mam dam ljudem

In bilokakšen, problem
Ta rima mi popravi
Tako kot vse te lirike
Me skupaj sestavi

Da mala čas ne zapravi
Ko na drink se odpravi
Vedno zraven zvezek ma
Ko pali čik ob kavi

Vsem na razstavi
Da pljuvajo mi stil
Ma ne gane to človeka
Ki je sam do sebe real

Vidu marsikaj
A ne dopustu da ga zlomi
Zjebana familija
Mu redko kdo je homie

Češ kdo mi?
Lahko sploh ta čustva zjebe?
Če ne čutite vi mene
Lahko samo sama sebe ker

Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Na papirju mam napisano vsako svoje čustvo

In kolko noči
Sem presedela za papirjem
In kolko stvari
Ni za povedat oficirjem

In kolko ljudi
Me inspirira da to pišem
Zapišem te odnose
In v rapu jih izrišem

Iskreno js nisem
Hladnokrvna oseba
Js se postavim za kolega
Če je madafakin treba

In ko v roki mam kemik
Vse to teče iz mene
Tko kot tečejo mi solze
Ko se ožajo mi stene

Brez dlake na jeziku
Povem kaj fakin čutim
Samo ko pišem prepustim se
Vsem tem idejam krutim

In vedno bolj slutim
Da je edini raj zame
To ko pišem texte
Akorde, melodije in romane

Naj to me prevzame
Naj to mi lajf vzame
Ker mi rima kri pogane
Naj zastrupi mi organe

In ko se solze posušijo
In organizmi popustijo
Na grobu naj mi piše
Rep je reprezenatal Mio ker

Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Življenje brez bi blo mi pusto
Na papirju mam napisano vsako svoje čustvo

Empty

A tear fell on the page,
A4 format,
A drop made an impression,
That it's a waste of time.

And now a debate with myself,
What's wrong with me,
That every emotion,
I have written down and read.

And when I rap in my head,
Everything replays,
Painted, framed,
Buried in memories.

I write and write,
To shut off reality,
I don't seek help, I don't seek,
Because I have creativity for that.

When I wipe away tears, I wipe them away,
On this poetic canvas,
With them I draw and draw,
Emotional baggage.

Everything that's too precious to me,
And everything I hate,
I write down, seal it,
I express my feelings.

Because I can cry, scream, burst inside,
Write, socialize, laugh,
I don't know how to express myself,
But in songs I tell you everything.

I hope you feel it,
Every lyric and feeling,
I put everything I have into rap,
Life without it would be empty because

Life without it would be empty,
Life without it would be empty,
Life without it would be empty,
On paper I have written every single emotion.

And I admit,
It hurts me sometimes,
They preach happiness,
To us in TV ads.

But they don't ask themselves,
How much happiness rap brings,
Evergreen love,
Lasts longer for us than cypress trees.

And I'm not after fame,
To live with that,
I'm after a healthy mind,
I give everything I have to people.

And any problem,
This rhyme fixes it,
Just like all these lyrics,
Puts me together.

So the girl doesn't waste time,
When she goes for a drink,
She always has a notebook with her,
When she lights a cigarette with coffee.

At the exhibition for everyone,
So they can spit on my style,
But it doesn't bother the person,
Who is real to themselves.

Seeing many things,
But not letting it break her,
Messed up family,
Rarely anyone is a homie to her.

You think, who am I?
Can these emotions even be messed up?
If you don't feel me,
I can only feel myself because

Life without it would be empty,
Life without it would be empty,
Life without it would be empty,
On paper I have written every single emotion.

And how many nights,
I've spent sitting behind paper,
And how many things,
Aren't for telling officers.

And how many people,
Inspire me to write this,
I write down these relationships,
And draw them out in rap.

Honestly, I'm not,
A cold-blooded person,
I stand up for a friend,
If it's goddamn necessary.

And when I have a pen in my hand,
All this flows out of me,
Just like my tears flow,
When the walls close in on me.

Without mincing words,
I say what I fucking feel,
Only when I write do I surrender,
To all these cruel ideas.

And I increasingly sense,
That the only paradise for me,
Is when I write lyrics,
Chords, melodies, and novels.

Let it consume me,
Let it take my life,
Because rhyme fuels my blood,
Let it poison my organs.

And when the tears dry up,
And the organisms give out,
Let it say on my grave,
Rap represented Mia because

Life without it would be empty,
Life without it would be empty,
Life without it would be empty,
On paper I have written every single emotion.