Текст и перевод песни Das W, Timi Hendrix & Sapient - Who I Am

Who I Am

Ich möchte schlafen, meine Augen schließen
Das Panorama des letzten Jahres ist Atemzüge entfernt
Die Augenringe so dunkel, als wären sie nachgeschminkt
Ein Leben zwischen schwarz und grau
Jahrelang schon farbenblind
Alles hält mich wach, von dem Lärm der Stadt
Bishin zu der Ruhe selbst
Wo sind die Helden meiner Jugend und die Jugend selbst?
All das kaum noch auffindbar
Was bleibt ist Staub im Glas
Keine Erinnerung übrig, die nicht das Rauschgift nahm
Aber ich brauchte das
Schleierhafte Momente sind alles, was mich vorantreibt
Den Weg zu gehen, bis zum Ende
Fotos sind nicht von Wert
Alles, was von Bedeutung war, bekam von mir 'nen 16er
Manche hör ich noch häufiger, als andere
Und manche rauben den Schlaf, wenn der Flashbag kommt
Manche würde ich genauso nochmal schreiben
Als letzten Song
Und letzten Endes ist alles das was mir bleibt
Eine Platte mit Memoiren einer lange vergangenen Zeit

I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, "this is who I am"
Do-do-do-do-do...

I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, "this is who I am"
Do-do-do-do-do...

I think there's something stored in my cells
That's pulling me like the moon pulling the shore when it swells
A stairway to Heaven? A trap door-way to Hell?
Just stay here in between if you're out of stories to tell
But I'm a modern Homer on the open water
While the song is rollin', I've lost control
And the angels that watching over keep falling asleep on their shift
Now this is gone complete, leave the ship
And I'm stuck, tucking away the purest part of me
But I'll protect you all with these walls and my armory
I bend these bars and let you into my darkest garden
Pardon my karma, larvas and leaches on my arms and knees
When I close my eyes there aren't no dreams
I'm the Archimedes, but I'm a complicated man
And through my artistry I will part the seas
And touch the fabric of spacetime then tear apart the seams

I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, "this is who I am"
Do-do-do-do-do...

I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, "this is who I am"
Do-do-do-do-do...

Ey, ich bin ständig müde, fuck it, meine Lieblingsfarbe Grau
Lege mich bald unter die Erde und dann schlaf ich erstmal aus
Nehme die letzte Bahn, für die man keine Fahrkarte mehr braucht
Persönliche Tragödie, Kater, Rausch
Trink zu viel, bin betäubt, zu viel [?], zu viel Joints
In eurer kack Welt geht es immer nur um billig und um neu
Jeder Moment millionenfach schon in Texte gepackt
Der Johnny Walker läuft, ertrinke den Stress in der Nacht
Die Seele ist voll Tinte
Jeder entlegenste Winkel
Steh manchmal an der Klippe, überlege, ob ich springe
Dreh Kippe Nummer 20, die benebelt meine Sinne
Wir sind alle auf dem gleichen fucking Weg in Richtung Himmel
Schau auf den Kilometerstand bei ein paar huntertausend
So viel Steine aus dem Weg geräumt, meilenweit gelaufen
Warum sind weit und breit da draußen eigentlich keine weißen Tauben?
Ah, scheiß drauf, ich geh erst mal einen rauchen

I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, "this is who I am"
Do-do-do-do-do...

I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, "this is who I am"
Do-do-do-do-do...

Who I Am

I want to sleep, close my eyes,
the panorama of the last year is breaths away.
The dark circles under my eyes, as if they were made up.
A life between black and grey,
colorblind for years.
Everything keeps me awake, from the noise of the city
to the silence itself.
Where are the heroes of my youth and youth itself?
All of this is barely traceable.
What remains is dust in a glass,
no memory left that didn't take the drug.
But I needed that.
Veiled moments are all that drives me
to walk the path, to the end.
Photos are worthless.
Everything that mattered, I gave a '16 to.
I listen to some more often than others,
and some rob me of sleep when the flashback comes.
I would write some again,
as a last song.
And in the end, all that's left is this,
a record with memoirs of a long gone time.

I say these phrases end up inside me,
then I listen to it back
like, "this is who I am."
Do-do-do-do-do...

I say these phrases end up inside me,
then I listen to it back
like, "this is who I am."
Do-do-do-do-do...

I think there's something stored in my cells
that's pulling me like the moon pulling the shore when it swells.
A stairway to Heaven? A trap door-way to Hell?
Just stay here in between if you're out of stories to tell.
But I'm a modern Homer on the open water
while the song is rollin', I've lost control,
and the angels that watching over keep falling asleep on their shift.
Now this is gone complete, leave the ship.
And I'm stuck, tucking away the purest part of me,
but I'll protect you all with these walls and my armory.
I bend these bars and let you into my darkest garden.
Pardon my karma, larvae and leeches on my arms and knees.
When I close my eyes there aren't no dreams.
I'm the Archimedes, but I'm a complicated man,
and through my artistry I will part the seas
and touch the fabric of spacetime then tear apart the seams.

I say these phrases end up inside me,
then I listen to it back
like, "this is who I am."
Do-do-do-do-do...

I say these phrases end up inside me,
then I listen to it back
like, "this is who I am."
Do-do-do-do-do...

Yo, I'm constantly tired, fuck it, my favorite color is grey.
I'll lay myself under the earth soon, and then I'll sleep it off.
Take the last train, for which you don't need a ticket anymore.
Personal tragedy, hangover, intoxication.
Drink too much, I'm numb, too much [?], too many joints.
In your shitty world, it's always just about cheap and new.
Every moment has been packed into lyrics a million times before.
The Johnny Walker is flowing, drowning the stress in the night.
The soul is full of ink,
every remote corner.
Sometimes I stand at the cliff, wondering if I should jump.
I roll cigarette number 20, which clouds my senses.
We are all on the same fucking path towards heaven.
Look at the mileage at a few hundred thousand.
So many stones cleared out of the way, walked for miles.
Why are there no white doves far and wide?
Ah, fuck it, I'm going to smoke one first.

I say these phrases end up inside me,
then I listen to it back
like, "this is who I am."
Do-do-do-do-do...

I say these phrases end up inside me,
then I listen to it back
like, "this is who I am."
Do-do-do-do-do...