Tablo - SEINROY traduction en anglais

Tablo

(Anevrok)
Etrafım dost sandıklarımla dolu fakat boş
Sırtımda hançer izlerinden oluşan tablo
İnsanlar çıkar peşinde kesiyo'm sağ sol
Derdin bana kor, geceler bana zor

Etrafım dost sandıklarımla dolu fakat boş
Sırtımda hançer izlerinden oluşan tablo
İnsanlar çıkar peşinde kesiyo'm sağ sol
Derdin bana kor, geceler bana zor

Etrafım dost sandıklarımla dolu fakat boş
Sırtımda hançer izlerinden oluşan tablo
İnsanlar çıkar peşinde kesiyo'm sağ sol
Derdin bana kor, geceler bana zor

Dertler dağ olmuş,
Sırtım bunu taşıyamaz,
Asla, zor
Nefes alamam
Tıkanır kalırım yarı yolda
Düşerim tutanım yok
Para olmuş dinin imanın
Aklamaz seni
Sahte lirikaliten bok
Sözlerdeki anlam kadar
Kaydettiğim vokalde autotune bol

Bana boş laf yapma
Eyleme dök bunu
İşin gücün hep lak lak
Bi' baltaya sap olamadan
Gidicen bok olarak
Sonucun kara toprak
Elimde ki son kozlar
Oynuyorum bunu gözüm kapalı
Korkmam
Sabrımın en dipleri burası
Tükeniyorum yavaştan
Ama sanmam
Başarmadan ölmicem inan
Kendime söz verdim,
Sözümü yutamam
Nefesimin son demine kadar
Başarıcam
Hepinize inat

Etrafım dost sandıklarımla dolu fakat boş
Sırtımda hançer izlerinden oluşan tablo
İnsanlar çıkar peşinde kesiyo'm sağ sol
Derdin bana kor, geceler bana zor

Etrafım dost sandıklarımla dolu fakat boş
Sırtımda hançer izlerinden oluşan tablo
İnsanlar çıkar peşinde kesiyo'm sağ sol
Derdin bana kor, geceler bana zor

Etrafım dost sandıklarımla dolu fakat boş
Sırtımda hançer izlerinden oluşan tablo
İnsanlar çıkar peşinde kesiyo'm sağ sol
Derdin bana kor, geceler bana zor
Başarmadan ölmicem inan.

Tablo

(Anevrok)
My surroundings are full of people I thought were friends, but they're empty.
A painting formed from scars on my back.
People are after profit, I'm cutting left and right, baby.
Trouble comes to me, the nights are hard for me.

My surroundings are full of people I thought were friends, but they're empty.
A painting formed from scars on my back.
People are after profit, I'm cutting left and right, baby.
Trouble comes to me, the nights are hard for me.

My surroundings are full of people I thought were friends, but they're empty.
A painting formed from scars on my back.
People are after profit, I'm cutting left and right, baby.
Trouble comes to me, the nights are hard for me.

Worries have become mountains,
My back can't carry this,
Never, it's hard.
I can't breathe.
I'll get stuck halfway.
I'll fall, there's no one to catch me.
Money has become your religion and faith.
It won't erase you.
Your fake lyricism is trash.
As much as the meaning in the lyrics,
There's a lot of autotune in the vocals I record.

Don't give me empty talk.
Put it into action.
All you do is chatter.
Before you can even be a useful tool,
You'll go as trash.
Your end result will be black soil.
I have my last cards,
I'm playing them with my eyes closed.
I'm not afraid.
This is the deepest point of my patience.
I'm slowly fading away.
But I don't think,
I'll die without succeeding, I believe.
I promised myself,
I can't swallow my words.
Until my last breath,
I will succeed.
Despite all of you.

My surroundings are full of people I thought were friends, but they're empty.
A painting formed from scars on my back.
People are after profit, I'm cutting left and right, baby.
Trouble comes to me, the nights are hard for me.

My surroundings are full of people I thought were friends, but they're empty.
A painting formed from scars on my back.
People are after profit, I'm cutting left and right, baby.
Trouble comes to me, the nights are hard for me.

My surroundings are full of people I thought were friends, but they're empty.
A painting formed from scars on my back.
People are after profit, I'm cutting left and right, baby.
Trouble comes to me, the nights are hard for me.
I believe I won't die without succeeding.