Paroles et traduction Plexo - Tápem

Tápem

Píšem to kilometre od domova.
S kameňom na srdci,
Jak skala dva aj pol tonová.
Zahodím sentiment,
Keď nechcem aby bol to román.
Som v tomto ako Momo,
Nenechám sa okoňovať.
A mama by aj chcela,
Nech sa už usadím.
Ja sedím na balkóne,
Pozerám jak stúpa dym.
Rozmýšľam, že či sa tam
Postavím a upažím .
A krokom do prázdna si
Zatvorím tie ústa "bim".

Tápem .
Tápem .
A zopár rokov v piči,
Ego moje vráť sa na zem.
Tápem .
Tápem .
Prepáč, že nemám city
Ja sa občas sám nechápem.

Možno sa pýtaš, prečo
Som to takto zahodil?
Možno som jebnutý
A možno sa tak narodil.
A možno plačeš a
Pozeráš stále na mobil.
A modlíš sa aby konečne
Zasvietil a zazvonil.
Som ako chladný nemec,
Skurvene chladný sebec,
čo sa asi tak už nikdy
Nezaľúbi vďaka tebe.
No mám to zaslúžene,
Veď mám tú skalu v mene.
Nechutne tvrdý Peter,
čo mohol byť aj snúbenec!

Tápem .
Tápem .
A zopár rokov v piči,
Ego moje vráť sa na zem.
Tápem .
Tápem .
Prepáč, že nemám city
Ja sa občas sám nechápem.

Tieto riadky píšem
V prázdnom byte.
Mám v hlave otázky
čo neboli na maturite.
Koľko tých fejkerov tam čakalo,
Kým na to príde.
Aj tak sa obávam, že či
Ma vôbec zastúpite.
Ja som si vždycky veril,
- Ty si mi neverila.
No kurva prečo taká
Neistota v tebe žila?
Si krásna žena,
A toto si chcela počuť vkuse.
No škoda, že to vravím teraz,
Keď je po funuse.

Tápem .
Tápem .
A zopár rokov v piči,
Ego moje vráť sa na zem.
Tápem .
Tápem .
Prepáč, že nemám city
Ja sa občas sám nechápem.

Je to klišé,
že nám nepomohla láva.
Úprimne dúfam, že sa ti
Už lepšie spáva.
Není to bohviečo,
Keď jeden sa zabáva
A druhý ho čaká doma,
Kedy ku brehom dopláva.

Ja som si dobrovoľne
Vybral tento život.
Aj keď som chvíľu dúfal,
že to neskončilo.
Len som sa musel z toho
Vypísať a vyrapovať.
No tebe nemusím už
Asi toto vysvetľovať.

Tápem .
Tápem .
A zopár rokov v piči,
Ego moje vráť sa na zem.
Tápem .
Tápem .
Prepáč, že nemám city
Ja sa občas sám nechápem

Fumbling

I write this miles away from home.
With a stone on my heart,
Like a two and a half ton rock.
I'll throw away sentiment,
When I don't want it to be a novel.
I'm in this like Momo,
I won't let myself be saddled.
And mom would like it too,
For me to settle down.
I sit on the balcony,
Watching the smoke rise.
Thinking if I'll stand there,
And throw up my arms.
And with a step into the void,
I'll shut that "bim" mouth.

I'm fumbling.
I'm fumbling,
And a few years in the shit,
My ego, get back down to earth.
I'm fumbling,
I'm fumbling,
Sorry I don't have feelings,
Sometimes I don't even understand myself.

Maybe you're wondering why
I threw it all away like this?
Maybe I'm fucked up
And maybe that's how I was born.
And maybe you're crying and
You keep looking at your phone.
And you're praying that finally
It lights up and rings.
I'm like a cold German,
A fucking cold selfish,
Who's probably never
Going to fall in love because of you.
But I deserve it,
After all, I have that rock in my name.
Disgusting hard Peter,
Who could have been a fiancé!

I'm fumbling.
I'm fumbling,
And a few years in the shit,
My ego, get back down to earth.
I'm fumbling,
I'm fumbling,
Sorry I don't have feelings,
Sometimes I don't even understand myself.

I write these lines
In an empty apartment.
I have questions in my head
That weren't on the graduation exams.
How many of those fakers were waiting,
Until it came to this.
I'm afraid anyway, whether
You will even replace me.
I always believed in myself,
- You didn't believe in me.
But fuck, why so much
Insecurity lived in you?
You're a beautiful woman,
And you wanted to hear that all the time.
But it's a pity I'm saying this now,
When it's over.

I'm fumbling.
I'm fumbling,
And a few years in the shit,
My ego, get back down to earth.
I'm fumbling,
I'm fumbling,
Sorry I don't have feelings,
Sometimes I don't even understand myself.

It's a cliché,
That the fire didn't help us.
I honestly hope you
Are sleeping better now.
It's not a big deal,
When one is having fun
And the other is waiting at home,
When he will swim ashore.

I voluntarily
Chose this life.
Even though I hoped for a while,
That it didn't end.
I just had to write
And rap this out of my system.
But I don't have to
Explain this to you anymore.

I'm fumbling.
I'm fumbling,
And a few years in the shit,
My ego, get back down to earth.
I'm fumbling,
I'm fumbling,
Sorry I don't have feelings,
Sometimes I don't even understand myself.