Paroles et traduction Momo - Fčo Vlastne Veríš?

Fčo Vlastne Veríš?

Fčo vlastne veríš, hmm?
Na všetky tie veci na okolo čo sa raz zmenia na prach? hmm
Veríš že všetko vzniká aby zaniklo?
Veríš len v super priebeh a nič viac, neni to také jednoduché...

Fčo vlastne veríš v týchto nepreskúmaných dňoch
Aj keď nechceš pripustiť to, tušíš že je boh
Neni to človek, neni to o svätých troch,
Neni to balamutenie náboženstiev späť do skop

Je to princíp, viac jak len dve strany mincí
Viac jak iba odznak vysokej šarže na linci
Viem že cítiš niekde vnútri v existencii
že niečo bude na správe čo nesú už od provincií

Tá príčina všetkých príčin,
Ten priestor kde to všetko súvisí so všetkým. nič není len ničím
čakať tam jak divá sviňa za ihličím,
čo vybehne len vtedy keď v tom tichu nezakričí

Je to zvláštne, no zároveň nijak zvlásť ne
Samozrejmosť skrýva sa za mánie a za vášne
Právny cit sa stále pýta - chcem na váš svet
Naspäť je to dvakrát toľko, keď si sám vpred

Bludiská živých plotov motajú nás tam a späť
Cesta svetov pod nohami visí na láske
Kráča tam chlapec, čo sa jak malý sám v tme bál,
Lampáš v ruke bez zbrane že vraj kráľov kráľ.

Bludiská živých plotov motajú nás tam a späť
Cesta svetov pod nohami visí na láske
Kráča tam chlapec, čo sa jak malý sám v tme bál,
Lampáš v ruke bez zbrane že vraj kráľov kráľ.

Poznal som človeka, čo vravel že mu doma straší
že počuť kvapkať vodu vždy keď zhasne,
Nenašli nič z kade by tieklo nechceli sa plašiť
Až kým večer nejeblo niečo v tichu po koši

Nekľud na duši donútil zohnať ich ženu čo robí z duchmi
Zdelili jej že im nič kvapká do dúchny
Utne hlavu radšej obom ale nech nestrašia nás kurvy
Hučal chalan čo mal nervy v kýbli a v rukách kudli

čudný pocit keď tam došla zvláštna pani
Jak zapla sviečku vraví že tam nej sú sami
že tam je náš mŕtvy kamoš že neni to jak si prial
že nevie preč odísť preto že cítime toľký žiaľ

že sme nasratí, že už späť nepríde viacej
Po tragédií na motorke prešli asi tri mesiace
Je to psycho! tá žena nepoznala nikoho
Jej ticho so sviečkou, otvára mu že vraj jeho východ!

Bludiská živých plotov motajú nás tam a späť
Cesta svetov pod nohami visí na láske
Kráča tam chlapec, čo sa jak malý sám v tme bál,
Lampáš v ruke bez zbrane že vraj kráľov kráľ.

Bludiská živých plotov motajú nás tam a späť
Cesta svetov pod nohami visí na láske
Kráča tam chlapec, čo sa jak malý sám v tme bál,
Lampáš v ruke bez zbrane že vraj kráľov kráľ.

What Do You Actually Believe?

What do you actually believe, hmm?
In all those things around that will one day turn to dust? hmm
Do you believe that everything arises to perish?
Do you believe only in a super course and nothing more, it's not that simple...

What do you actually believe in these unexplored days
Even though you don't want to admit it, you suspect there is a god
It's not a person, it's not about the holy three,
It's not the delusion of religions back into the fold

It's a principle, more than just two sides of a coin
More than just a high-ranking badge on the line
I know you feel somewhere inside in existence
that something will be on the message that they have been carrying since the provinces

That cause of all causes,
That space where everything is connected to everything. nothing is just nothing
to wait there like a wild boar behind a needle,
which will run out only when it doesn't scream in that silence

It's strange, but at the same time not particularly
Obviousness hides behind manias and passions
The legal sense keeps asking - I want your world
Back it's twice as much when you're alone ahead

The mazes of hedges wind us back and forth
The path of worlds underfoot hangs on love
A boy walks there, who was afraid of himself in the dark as a child,
Lantern in hand without a weapon, supposedly the king of kings.

The mazes of hedges wind us back and forth
The path of worlds underfoot hangs on love
A boy walks there, who was afraid of himself in the dark as a child,
Lantern in hand without a weapon, supposedly the king of kings.

I knew a man who said his house was haunted
that you can hear water dripping every time it goes out,
They didn't find anything from where it was flowing, they didn't want to scare
Until the evening something fucked in the silence after the basket

Restlessness on the soul forced them to find their wife who works with spirits
They told her that nothing was dripping into their souls
Cut off the head of both of them rather than scare us whores
The guy was humming, his nerves were in the bucket and the kudli in his hands

strange feeling when a strange lady got there
As she lit the candle, she says that they are not alone there
that our dead friend is there that it's not what he wanted
that he can't leave because we feel so much sadness

that we're fucked up, that he won't come back anymore
About three months have passed since the tragedy on the motorcycle
It's psycho! that woman didn't know anyone
Her silence with a candle, she opens to him that it is supposedly his exit!

The mazes of hedges wind us back and forth
The path of worlds underfoot hangs on love
A boy walks there, who was afraid of himself in the dark as a child,
Lantern in hand without a weapon, supposedly the king of kings.

The mazes of hedges wind us back and forth
The path of worlds underfoot hangs on love
A boy walks there, who was afraid of himself in the dark as a child,
Lantern in hand without a weapon, supposedly the king of kings.