Текст и перевод песни ansis - Ēst (Mistika 2)

Ēst (Mistika 2)

Netīras. khm
Jā...
Šī man bija gara diena
Galva zemu, kaut redzi tikai no bara vienu, jā
Tāpēc pīs maniem karaļiem
Stūre atlaista, neredzu ceļu
Bet zini, jūtu kā jūt aklais
Tu zini mana karoga krāsu
Ja mute tev nav tikai caurums galvā, kurā karoti bāzt
Es pāedu no tavas padošanās
Un baroju bāku līdz garaiņi paliek no manas valodas pāri, jā
Es esmu vienīgais tik izsalcis
Elkoņi plati it kā mans ir viss galds
Man patīk darīt koncentrēti ar konkrētu spēku
Uz 1-8-1, un ņemu pretī to kā konfektes zēnu
Kas ir par lepnu, lai tavi sūda bērni konfektes ēstu
Es tur tik baltas lapas redzēju kā Kongresa ēku
Un visi izskatās vainīgi tā kā Vollesa tēli
Bet mēs visi pie viena galda, šķīvji ir tukši
Un visi grib sēdēt pie viena gala, strīdi un dusmas
Bet saka ka mūsu laika zīmes ir plusi
Tāpēc te veido daudzu mīnusi krustus
Kad divi satiekas, kam dzīves ir kuces
Tas bija Jūrmalā, kad pirmo reizi jutu vilni
Pazemes sūds, bļe, jā
Tur bija rupjas smiltis
Nācu pie galda, kad bija mute pilna
Un augu lēni vidē, kur ikonas - tās ir tikai smukas bildes
Kur dzīves dedzina kā konjaki rīkles
Un ir grūti pacelt galvu, tur kur zodiaka zīmes, jā
Priekš kam mēs esam dzīvi, tikai Dievs zin
Bet atceries sūdi dzimst gandrīz tur pat kur tu piedzimi
Tu sūda brāli...
Netīrās cilpas
Neuztraucieties, nejūtieties kā pie kameras, okey
Un beigās vēl mums noteikti vajadzēja "Yo"...

Eat (Mysticism 2)

Dirty. cough
Yes...
This has been a long day for me
Head down, even though you can only see one from the bar, yeah
So piss off to my kings
Steering wheel released, I can't see the road
But you know, I feel how the blind man feels
You know the color of my flag
If your mouth is not just a hole in your head, where you put a spoon
I will overeat from your surrender
And feed the beacon until soot remains from my language, yes
I'm the only one so hungry
Elbows wide as if the whole table is mine
I like to work concentrated with specific force
On 1-8-1, and I take it like a boy's candy
Who is too proud for your shitty kids to eat candy
There I saw only white sheets like a Congress building
And everyone looks guilty like Wallace's characters
But we are all at the same table, the plates are empty
And everyone wants to sit at one end, arguments and anger
But they say that the signs of our time are pluses
That is why many minuses make crosses here
When two meet, who have a lousy life
It was in Jurmala, when I first felt the wave
Underground shit, damn, yeah
There was coarse sand
I came to the table, with my mouth full
And grew slowly in an environment, where icons - they are only beautiful pictures
Where life burns like cognac throats
And it's hard to lift your head, where zodiac signs, yeah
For what do we live, only God knows
But remember that shit is born almost right where you were born
You're a piece of shit...
Dirty loops
Don't worry, don't feel like on camera, okay
And at the end we definitely needed "Yo"...