Paroles et traduction Scriptor feat. Valar - Sumnja

Sumnja

Na životnom puteljku dugo šećem
I kad ljude srećem, zatrepćem pod dojmom tužne sreće
Jer što ih više poznaš to ti netko umre češće
Radost je stvar trena, a vrijeme uvijek teče
Noćne more ostavljaju očne bore
Čaša pada s ruba kad ju staviš točno pored
Ljudi ne sakriju smrad ni kad stave parfem
Život je gorak, želim nešto slatko, barem na tren
I kamo sreće da te stalno srećem
Vjera će nas oslobodit ako znanost neće
Ne beri brigu jer ne sadimo probleme
Ako pobijede snage prosvijetljenog uma, slavimo kod mene
Zapišem glosu i prevedem to na latinski
Ton prati stih dosljedno ko Toma Akvinski
I tada oštra bol presiječe umnjak
U žilama ovoga imena teče sumnja

Trnci nelagode, nepovjerenje
U nekom je red, u nekome nered
Provalija neizvjesnosti je sve dublja
Od pjesme do vječnosti ostaje sumnja

Pito sam, proroka lakog sna kako zna
Jel veza atomska, od nagona do patosa
Reko zakon zna, vagnut mjeru svakog zla
Lago sam, znam, sebi sam kad sam jako slab
Dobro, gdje sam zapeo kad ne znam razlike
Šta kaže važni kler, šta je svijet fantastike
Dioničaru sentimenta, svaka je vijest dobra
Oprali smo ruke, onda krenuli smo jest govna
Nama potpis vama novci
Bog je otpisan ko Trocki, ovisan o kocki
Ko se lovi za oprosti uvijek novi sram podnosi
Život ima više smisla opisan komplotski
Šta kad gladovanje miriše na mlado janje
Tad je znanje samo razlog da je nade malo manje
Kažu da sam sanjo grešni um dumne
Ne bi vjerovo da umrem, prešo sam rub sumnje

Ljepota je u oku promatrača
Laž i istina su troma braća ispod krova trača
Što me vraća na mimiku lica savjesti
I ljubomorni pogled kad proklija klica zavisti
Ambicija govori dok se ne ostvari
Požuda u licima gori dok čovjek ne ostari
Čuvam svoje stvari, ne branim boje stranih
Produktivnost je na godišnjem još uvijek, bolest radi
Ne postoji snažan samac
Tko tvrdi suprotno je talac kamuflaže srama
I što su napadi jači brani se brže
Na putevima do ljubavi su stanice mržnje
Preko granice srdžbe, reko mani se tuđeg
Papir vrijedi, al su kovanice tvrđe
I kada tijelo mumije naivno sve razumije
Um je oduvijek pod uvjetom sumnje

Doubt

I've been walking on life's path for a long time
And when I meet people, I blink under the impression of sad happiness
Because the more you know them, the more someone dies more often
Joy is a matter of moments, and time always flows
Nightmares leave wrinkles around the eyes
The glass falls off the edge when you put it right next to it
People can't hide the smell even when they put on perfume
Life is bitter, I want something sweet, at least for a moment
And how lucky I am to meet you constantly
Faith will set us free if science won't
Don't worry, because we don't plant problems
If the forces of the enlightened mind win, we celebrate at my place
I write a gloss and translate it into Latin
The tone follows the verse consistently like Thomas Aquinas
And then sharp pain cuts through the mind
Doubt flows in the veins of this name

Shivers of discomfort, distrust
In some it's order, in some it's chaos
The abyss of uncertainty is getting deeper
From song to eternity, doubt remains

I asked the prophet of easy sleep how he knows
Is the connection atomic, from instinct to pathos
He said the law knows, it weighs the measure of every evil
I was quiet, I know, I'm to myself when I'm very weak
Okay, where did I get stuck when I don't know the difference
What does the important clergy say, what is the world of fantasy
For the shareholder of sentiment, every news is good
We washed our hands, then we started eating shit
We have signatures, you have money
God is written off like Trotsky, addicted to gambling
Those who chase forgiveness always endure new shame
Life has more meaning described in a conspiratorial way
What if starvation smells like a young lamb
Then knowledge is only the reason why there is less hope
They say I dreamed a sinful mind, you know
I wouldn't believe I'd die, I crossed the line of doubt

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Lies and truth are slow brothers under the roof of gossip
Which brings me back to the mimicry of the face of conscience
And the jealous look when the seed of envy sprouts
Ambition speaks until it is realized
Lust burns in faces until a man grows old
I keep my things, I don't defend foreign colors
Productivity is still on vacation, illness is working
There is no strong single
Whoever claims the opposite is a hostage of the camouflage of shame
And the stronger the attacks, the faster it defends itself
On the roads to love are stations of hatred
Across the border of anger, he said, get your hands off someone else's
Paper is worth it, but coins are harder
And when the mummy's body naively understands everything
The mind has always been under the condition of doubt