Текст и перевод песни Cosmin 13 - Hipnoza Colectiva

Hipnoza Colectiva

Noapte prin lumina
Tendinte rebele
Tirani in uniforma
Produc bariere
Printre oameni
Oare cand se va sfarsi
Ca doare sa fii o tinta de exploatare
Ma trezesc devreme
Condus de constiinta
Si fiecare zi ma duce la capat de fiinta
Soarele rasare printre coduri de bare
Si conturi, salarii, bani spalati de fiare
Si conturi bancare, lupta intre saraci
Incercand sa ai o vorba si tre'sa taci
Autobuzu' care intirzie noaptea
Actoru' care isi joaca partea
Autoru' care-si proiecteaza cartea
Si fapta e ca totu' merge rau
De la geneza ca nu s-ar putea altfel
Unii se inchina, altii descopera Marte
Visele se destrama pe monede
Diploma e doar o hartie pe perete
Repede ma agit daca stiu ca am un obiectiv
Si nu-l voi finaliza niciodata, incerc sa gandesc pozitiv
Dar realitatea e una singura
Si auru' din cer nu picura
Cand lupta ta e nula incercand s-ajungi undeva
Ca da, ori mori crezand in ce faci ori nimic de pierdut

Aceleasi zile amare, acelasi déjà vu
Aceeasi rutina mizerabila pe care o stii si tu
Si vreau o schimbare

Stage fara munca
Cand altii mananca
Doi lei in genunchi pentru o viata de sluga
Scoala fara educatie
Doar ideologie
Bani si puterea, ce analogie
Idolatrizare fata de tiran
Indoctrinare peste lume sacrificand un an
Intreg de razboi printre umani
Sunt doar ei
Adevarati diavoli in urma tentei
Findca pamantul e un infern
Si orice mizerie falsa pentru etern e o farsa
Biserica sa-i hraneasca pe altii
Apoi sa vina sa ne spuna "iubiti-va fratii si surorile"
N-ai cum sa fii un sfant cand iti calculezi tonele
Sa simta si un bancher cum e sa nu ajungi la capat de luna
Daca nu se poate vorbi cu ura

Collective Hypnosis

Night through light
Rebel tendencies
Tyrants in uniform
They create barriers
Among people
When will it end?
Because it hurts to be a target of exploitation
I wake up early
Driven by conscience
And each day leads me to the end of my being
The sun rises among barcodes
And accounts, salaries, money laundered by machines
And bank accounts, a struggle between the poor
Trying to have a say, but having to be silent
The bus that's late at night
The actor who plays his part
The author who projects his book
And the fact is, everything's going wrong
From the beginning, as it could not be otherwise
Some worship, others discover Mars
Dreams are shattered on coins
A diploma is just a piece of paper on the wall
I get agitated quickly if I know I have a goal
And I will never finish it, I try to think positively
But reality is one
And the gold in the sky does not drip
When your struggle is in vain, trying to get somewhere
Because either you die believing in what you do, or, nothing to lose

The same bitter days, the same déjà vu
The same miserable routine that you know too
And I want a change

Internship without work
When others eat
Two lei on your knees for a life of servitude
School without education
Only ideology
Money and power, what an analogy
Idolatry before the tyrant
Indoctrination across the world, sacrificing a year
An entire war among humans
They are just them
True devils in the aftermath of temptation
Because earth is hell
And any false misery for eternity is a farce
Let the church feed others
And then come and tell us, "love your brothers and sisters"
You cannot be a saint when you calculate your tons
Let a banker feel what it's like not to make ends meet
If you can't talk with hatred