Paroles et traduction Paraziții - Dulce autodistrugere

Dulce autodistrugere

Refren:
O, tu, dulce autodistrugere,
Ma apropii, te-apropii mult prea repede.
Am facut mereu doar dupa capul meu
Si mi-e frica de ziua-n care n-am sa mai fiu eu.
[25]
[Tac-tu-i la munca]
[34, 72]
[Tu stai si-nvata, mânca-mi-ai pula!]
[S-a strigat linie]
[2, 2]
Tac-tu-i la munca, ma-ta-i acasa, tu stai si-nvata,
Asa ar trebui sa fie, dar poate-n alta viata.
Acum tac-tu-i mort, ma-ta-i zdreanta, îti bagi-n vena,
Sunteti o familie moderna într-o lume moderna.
Te uiti la cei de lânga tine, te apasa fericirea lor,
Tu esti fericitul câstigator al unui loz necâstigator. [Aia e!]
Te uiti pe vizor sa nu te ia garda în catuse,
Cu ochii dupa garda ti-a intrat foamea-n casa, pe sub usa.
Te roade foamea? Mai bine te-ar suge,
Asa ai da si tu o muie, fii fericit, nu vezi, nu plânge.
Nu-l suport p-ala care-mi spune
Ca toti copiii sunt drogati în afara de fi-su. Pe bune?
Ia spune,
Ca tot le stii pe toate,
De unde stii tu
Ca seringile din holul blocului nu-s ale lui fi-tu, ba?
Deschide ochii sa cazi pe spate, he,
Crezi ca tata stie ca io le-am încercat pe toate, ba?
Îti explic atâtea de m-apuca greata,
Stau sa-ti vorbesc despre viata în loc sa-mi traiesc viata.
Refren (x2)
E la-ndemâna sa ceri, sa vrei, sa pice din stele,
Dati-mi doua mâini va rog - sa-mi bag pula-n ele.
Orice tâmpit sinistru
Poate ajunge ministru
Exista riscul sa mori deziluzionat ca umoristu'.
Am pus atâta ura-n versuri, acum torn venin,
Sunt un pesimist convins, vreau sa te deprim.
Ai sters la cur 2-3 copii si-ai întretinut o casa
Si-o grasa botoasa,
De care de mult nu-ti pasa.
Strângi din cur sa bagi în gura, îti tremura mâna,
Cauti un mod original sa te sinucizi, te ucide ura.
Singura ta bucurie e clar legata
De incultura televizata,
Esti o fiinta complexata.
Dac-ai gheata la inima sau macar gheata-n pahar
Recunoaste ca ce spun te-ngheata iar.
Obsesiile adevarate se-ntretin,
Devin
Pe zi ce trece mai rece,
Îmi pare rau, nu cred în destin.
Sting în mine orice urma de compasiune
Ca un infractor încarcerat, satul de lume.
Refren (x2)
[Ma apropii, te-apropii] (x2)

Sweet Self-Destruction

Chorus:
Oh, sweet self-destruction,
I'm getting closer, you're approaching way too fast.
I've always done things my way,
And I fear the day I'm no longer myself.
[25]
[Your dad's at work]
[34, 72]
[You sit and study, suck my dick!]
[Line's been called]
[2, 2]
Your dad's at work, your mom's at home, you sit and study,
That's how it should be, but maybe in another life.
Now your dad's dead, your mom's a mess, you shoot up,
You're a modern family in a modern world.
You look at those around you, their happiness weighs you down,
You're the lucky winner of a losing lottery ticket. [That's it!]
You peek through the peephole, hoping the cops won't take you away in cuffs,
With your eyes on the lookout, hunger crept into your home, under the door.
Hunger gnawing at you? You'd be better off sucking,
At least you'd give a blowjob, be happy, don't see, don't cry.
I can't stand the guy who tells me
That all kids are drug addicts except his son. Really?
Come on, tell me,
Since you know it all,
How do you know
That the syringes in the hallway aren't your son's, huh?
Open your eyes and fall on your back, hey,
Do you think Dad knows I've tried them all, huh?
I'm explaining so much it makes me sick,
Talking to you about life instead of living my own.
Chorus (x2)
It's easy to ask, to want, to wish upon a star,
Give me two hands please - to shove my dick in them.
Any sinister idiot
Can become a minister
There's a risk of dying disillusioned as a comedian.
I poured so much hate into lyrics, now I pour venom,
I'm a convinced pessimist, I want to depress you.
You wiped the asses of 2-3 kids and supported a house
And a fat bitch,
Whom you haven't cared about for a long time.
You scrape together to put food in your mouth, your hand trembles,
You're looking for an original way to kill yourself, hate consumes you.
Your only joy is clearly linked
To televised ignorance,
You're a complex-ridden being.
If you have ice in your heart or at least ice in your glass
Admit that what I'm saying chills you again.
True obsessions are nurtured,
They become
Colder with each passing day,
I'm sorry, I don't believe in destiny.
I extinguish any trace of compassion within me
Like an imprisoned criminal, fed up with the world.
Chorus (x2)
[I'm getting closer, you're approaching] (x2)