Paroles et traduction Scriptor - Andjeli

Andjeli

Pjesma hrani dušu ko uzvraćeni poljubac
Od jedne posebne osobe, a za ostale ne pitaš
Kolko košta te kad prodate odnose jer ponos
Je najskuplji kada te voljeni ostave
Ne pitaj me za ljubavni život, pitaj kad je sprovod
Pitaj kakav je povod ovom i zašto trošim slovo
Na emotivnu apstrakciju kad je teško slušat
Mjesto usana na toploj koži, uvijek vječna tuga
Al to je tako svaki je čovjek plako
Jer sve ono što je slatko jednom postane gorko i prazno
Otrov je razlog, mi smo puke žrtve sredstva
Jer kad jednom pukne mrtve veze potonu u bezdan
I nema smisla prekopavat stare grobove
Jer 'mjesto ljepote nađeš trulo meso i kosture
Pa kažeš dosta je jer ostaje ti samo sjećanje
Svijeća prestaje gorit usred emotivne mećave

A rekli su mi da su anđeli priče za djecu
I kako sada stoje stvari, bit će da jesu
Vidim da sve su iste ko mirisan cvijet
Izvana, a u srži sve je to prividan svijet

Rekli su mi da su anđeli priče za djecu
Mislim da jesu, pitam se gdje su
Jer kada ubereš cvijet u svijetu žene
A ne daješ svjetlost i vodu nazad taj cvijet uvene

I postane rob sjene oporavka, lažne utjehe
Bez nade za uspjeh jer to ponavlja
Kao kazaljka na satu svoje monotone krugove
Al nemreš otpisat brojke u krugu ko ni ljude jer
Nakon svakog punog kruga vraćaš se na isto
Puno rugla i nerješivo makar ti tjeraš taj ishod
Pa gledaš gore i pogodi te odozdo
Jer tako stoje stvari kad se srce svađa s mozgom
Pa probaj shvatit odnos trenutnog i trajnog
Jer trajno je jalovo, a trenutno je sjajno
Sjajimo, kao Stjepan i Mirta, Boris i moram ić
Baby Oil i Štefančić, Ivan i Morana
Obrana prave ljubavi, a kada dođu anđeli
Spoje se kao truba i bubnjevi
Jer ljubav je pravi umjetnik, nepredvidiva
Nikad ne znaš kakvi su uvjeti
Hoće li uspjeti ili je sam upjeh čin
Odricanja zbilje radi nekakvih viših ciljeva
Dok tražiš baladu, a dobiješ limunadu pa
Sa umjetnim osmjehom zajedno šećete po gradu
Nisam tražio ništa, jer sam ništav
Psihološki unakažen, emotivno prištav
A takvi ožiljci nisu problem estetike
Za stanje duha od pjesme nema bolje kozmetike

Angels

A song nourishes the soul like a returned kiss
From a special person, and you don't ask for others
How much does it cost you when you sell relationships because pride
Is the most expensive when loved ones leave you
Don't ask me about my love life, ask me when the funeral is
Ask what the reason is for this and why I'm wasting words
On emotional abstraction when it's hard to listen
Instead of lips on warm skin, there's always eternal sadness
But that's how it is, every man has cried
Because everything that's sweet eventually becomes bitter and empty
Poison is the reason, we are mere victims of the means
Because once the dead relationships break, they sink into the abyss
And there's no point in digging up old graves
Because instead of beauty you find rotten flesh and skeletons
So you say enough is enough because all that's left is memory
The candle stops burning in the middle of an emotional blizzard

And they told me that angels are stories for children
And the way things are now, they probably are
I see that they are all the same as a fragrant flower
From the outside, but at its core it's all a deceptive world

They told me that angels are stories for children
I think they are, I wonder where they are
Because when you pick a flower in the world of women
And you don't give light and water back, that flower withers

And becomes a slave to the shadow of recovery, false comfort
Without hope for success because it repeats
Like a clock hand its monotonous circles
But you can't write off the numbers in the circle, just like people, because
After every full circle you return to the same
Lots of ridicule and unsolvable, even though you're pushing for that outcome
So you look up and get hit from below
Because that's how things are when the heart argues with the brain
So try to understand the relationship between the current and the permanent
Because the permanent is barren, and the current is brilliant
Shine, like Stjepan and Mirta, Boris and I have to go
Baby Oil and Štefančić, Ivan and Morana
The defense of true love, and when the angels come
They join together like a trumpet and drums
Because love is a true artist, unpredictable
You never know what the conditions are
Will it succeed or is success itself an act
Of sacrifice for the sake of some higher goals
While you're looking for a ballad, and you get lemonade, so
With a fake smile you walk around the city together
I didn't ask for anything, because I'm nothing
Psychologically crippled, emotionally attached
And such scars are not an aesthetic problem
For the state of mind, there's no better cosmetics than a song