Paroles et traduction Nativ - Retrospect.

Retrospect.

I bi wieder dusse fürnä nacht
Dört wo 7 sünde uf üs wartä
Dört wo aui tüe aus wärä si ganz
Aber d wahrheit hout sä i am nächstä tag
Oh no, wie si mir hie glandet
Heaven und hell lige mängisch nah binander
Aui wei liecht, doch ds chunnt nid ohni schatte
Wöu dr druck öpper z wärdä isch zu gross
Wei erfolg, aber säg ws isch erfolg
Sägmr isches love oder d ilusion drvo
Dr room isch voll, doch aui si alone
U vo dussä wärä au wär gärn teil drvo

Vo pm bis am wasted
Demons chöme uf bsuech, wei üs breake
Lost souls ufm look out für confirmation
Doch ds wo du gsehsch isch nid ächt, imitation
Vo pm bis am wasted
Demons chöme uf bsuech, wei üs breake
Lost souls ufm look out für confirmation
Doch ds wo du gsehsch isch nid ächt, imitation

4 morge, mit de jungs, rastlos
Mir si drugged out, viel duce, ä sack "blow"
Es paar lost souls, scho cool
Hei spass aber ws isch morn
Kei ahnig, ungsund
Checkä hosesack, ha dr key
Vom roller mir gö z dritt druf
Gseh dopplet, keis permis aber schiss uf
Konsequenz, wes üs nimmt de stöhmer nüm uf
Hingerlah es blesseds läbä miträ zuekunft
Gahdamn i ha mis läbä üs dr hang gä
Paarmal hani mir säuber wöuä z änd gä
Abglänkt vo dene wo sech wei vergässä
U lüt mit drang zum gältä
I mein es cha so schnäll ga
Zersch isch aues guet gsi
Doch när wosch immer meh vo was ou immer di laht gpspürä

Für paar sis es paar linie hinger gschlossnä wc türä

Für angeri z adrenalin we si sech grundlos prüglä
Wiso muessme sech bewisse
Wi si mir hie glandet
Wiso hani mr es halbs gramm md ufs mal gönnt
U meine müess dr dealer bedrohä biser alles git
Ds bi doch nid ig fuck wi bini hie glandet
Wie si mir hie glandet fuck
Numä fürne witerä fähler uf dr liste
Hanis würklech nötig mir mis läbä wöuä z figgä
Zviel glücklech drvo cho gloub gott isch uf mire site
Doch d frag isch nur wilang no
Wiviel chance bruchi
U weni sägä i meini o di oder ihn oder sie oder üs aui

Vo pm bis am bini wasted
Demons chöme uf bsuech, wei üs breake
Uf dr suechi nach love u confirmation
Doch finge numä no me pain und regression
Vo pm bis am bini wasted
Demons chöme uf bsuech, wei üs breake
Uf dr suechi nach love u confirmation
Doch di suech isch ändlos weni d liebi nid bi mir fing

Retrospect.

I'm back out for a night
Where 7 sins wait for us
Where everyone pretends to be their whole selves
But the truth catches them the next day
Oh no, how did we get here
Heaven and hell are sometimes close together
It's so bright, but it doesn't come without shadows
Because the pressure to become someone is too great
Because success, but tell me what success is
Is it love or the illusion of it?
The room is full, but everyone's alone
And many from outside would love to be a part of it

From PM to wasted
Demons come to visit, to break us
Lost souls on the lookout for confirmation
But what you see is not real, it's an imitation
From PM to wasted
Demons come to visit, to break us
Lost souls on the lookout for confirmation
But what you see is not real, it's an imitation

4 in the morning, with the guys, restless
We're drugged out, lots of money, a bag of "blow"
A couple of lost souls, already cool
Having fun but what's it like in the morning?
No idea, unhealthy
Checking my pockets, I have the key
We're all three on the scooter
Seeing double, no license but screw it
Consequences, if they catch us we'll never get up
Left behind is a blessed life with a future
Goddamn, I threw my life off the cliff
A couple of times I tried to end it all
Distracted by those who want to forget
And people with a hunger for money
I mean, it can go so fast
Everything was good at first
But then you always want more of whatever makes you feel empty

For some it's a couple of lines behind a closed toilet door

For others, it's adrenaline when they fight for no reason
Why do we have to prove ourselves?
How did we get here?
Why did I give myself half a gram of MD at once?
And I feel like I need to threaten the dealer until he gives me everything
I don't even care how I got here
How did we get here, fuck
Just another mistake on the list
Do I really need to fuck up my life?
Too much good has come from it, I think God is on my side
But the question is only how long
How many chances do I need?
And I'm saying I mean you or him or her or us all

From PM to wasted
Demons come to visit, to break us
On the search for love and confirmation
But only find more pain and regression
From PM to wasted
Demons come to visit, to break us
On the search for love and confirmation
But the search is endless, if love isn't within me