Paroles et traduction Pil C - Lost

Lost

Hovoria o nás, že sme stratená generácia jak Hemingway,
Serotonin vyplavuje sa do našich hemisfér,
ústa do široka ale nemyl sa to neni smiech,
Na to čim trpíme my tak neni liek,
Okolo nás preteká celý svet,
Maskujeme pocity jak Johnny Depp, ha,
Prijímame šťastie cez nos,
Spíme cez deň, žijeme cez noc, dávno spálili sme ten most, ha.
Rýchle jedlo, rýchle vzťahy, rýchle všetko,
Na párty nám občas zvykne bývať teplo,
Aj keď je v klube mínus dvadsať (haha),
Kedysi sa ešte zvykol čakať.
Od výplaty do výplaty, chill je to tak od výplaty,
Prvý týždeň pak už nemám prachy ha,
Drogy, párty, drahé handry, kreditky,
Faktury, obedy, debety, brácho, já to platím, ha.

Pamätáme si úplne všetko,
Ale snažíme sa zabudnúť,
(Hej, hej, hej, hej)
Neznášame ľudí a kričíme fuck you,
Jak Frank Underwood.
(Hej, hej, hej, hej)

Beloch, som faded,
Ráno, som faded,
V práci, som faded,
V aute, som faded,
Večer, som faded,
Stále som faded,
Peko, som faded,
áno, som faded.

Taxíky nás zvážajú do centra,
Srdce pumpuje tie drogy do ciev nám,
Prísahám, že budeš moja posledná,
Krúžim Lincolnom jak Frank Ocean,
Každé ráno nespím, musím myslieť na teba,
Nemôžem s tým prestať ja, jebať,
Lásku na každom rohu ako kebab,
Bombay tonic, weed, MDMA,
Naše srdcia prešli na druhú stranu ako Brody,
Nevim kým som, ale viem kým neni som,
Každým krokom ponárame sa do hlbšej vody
A každý víkend hľadám moju Carrie Mathison,
V piči som
A cítim sa jak Pinkman Jesse,
Povedzte mi, kto je dneska svätý,
Ako Wonder píšem vety, my sme šťastné deti, brácho, nemaj kecy.
Výpovede, vzťahy, rozchody a žiadna zóna plná pohody,
A preto vhadzujem ten kryštál do vody jak všetci,
Ja nemyslím na to čo bolo včera, ne to pred tým,
Ako zrútil sa môj Vesmír jak líška túlam sa besný.

Priváty, hotely, svetla, tváre, rite, stehná, cecky,
Já spávam s nimi všade aj keď neznášam tie štetky,
Poviem ti to ako Ferg, hoe pracuj, pracuj,
Svetlé dievča, tmavá izba, otváram tu fľašu.

Pamätáme si úplne všetko,
Ale snažíme sa zabudnúť,
(Hej, hej, hej, hej)
Neznášame ľudí a kričíme fuck you,
Jak Frank Underwood.
(Hej, hej, hej, hej)

Lost

They say we're a lost generation, like Hemingway,
Serotonin floods our hemispheres,
Mouths wide open, but don't be fooled, it's not laughter,
There's no cure for what we suffer from,
The whole world races around us,
We mask our feelings like Johnny Depp, ha,
We take happiness through our noses,
We sleep during the day, live through the night, that bridge we burned long ago, ha.
Fast food, fast relationships, fast everything,
At parties, we sometimes get warm,
Even when it's minus twenty in the club (haha),
There used to be a time for waiting.
From paycheck to paycheck, chill, that's how it is from paycheck,
The first week, I'm already out of money, ha,
Drugs, parties, expensive clothes, credit cards,
Bills, lunches, debits, bro, I'm paying for it, ha.

We remember everything,
But we try to forget,
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
We hate people and scream fuck you,
Like Frank Underwood.
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

White boy, I'm faded,
In the morning, I'm faded,
At work, I'm faded,
In the car, I'm faded,
In the evening, I'm faded,
Always faded,
Peko, I'm faded,
Yes, I'm faded.

Taxis take us downtown,
Heart pumping those drugs into our veins,
I swear you'll be my last,
I circle in my Lincoln like Frank Ocean,
Every morning I can't sleep, I have to think about you,
I can't stop it, fuck,
Love on every corner like a kebab,
Bombay tonic, weed, MDMA,
Our hearts crossed to the other side like Brody,
I don't know who I am, but I know who I'm not,
With every step, we dive into deeper water
And every weekend I look for my Carrie Mathison,
I'm fucked up
And I feel like Pinkman Jesse,
Tell me, who is a saint today,
Like Stevie Wonder, I write sentences, we are happy children, bro, don't talk shit.
Dismissals, relationships, breakups, and no comfort zone,
And that's why I throw that crystal into the water like everyone else,
I don't think about what happened yesterday, or before that,
Like my universe collapsed, I wander like a mad fox.

Private parties, hotels, lights, faces, asses, thighs, tits,
I sleep with them everywhere even though I hate those bitches,
I'll tell you like Ferg, hoe work, work,
Bright girl, dark room, I'm opening this bottle.

We remember everything,
But we try to forget,
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
We hate people and scream fuck you,
Like Frank Underwood.
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)