Текст и перевод песни Deliric feat. Silent Strike - Negru (feat. Silent Strike)

Negru (feat. Silent Strike)

Te-ai pus pe cruce de fraier, Iisuse
Ca oamenii-s tot muci, cu febra si tuse,
Cu flegme pe buze, cu temeri si scuze,
Cu germeni in spuse, cu cer negru-n cuget
El discerne cu fulger, digera cu ulcer
Si dispera cand nu e cel ce din sfere sa urce
Da' ingerii au cancer la aripi si acum zboara in jos
Da' nu-s ingeri, au cange e totu' pe dos
Pamantu-i frumos, verde l-a pictat tactu' ca blegu'
Ca daca-l facea gri, poate nu vedeam jegu',
Poate nu vedeam negru din orice respir,
Poate nu-mi lipsea muzica din textu' lu Shakespeare
Da-s toti surdo-muti, crestini urati
Pasind pe spini desculti, copii nascuti carunti
Cersind cu jind la adulti, scapand suspin sa-i cruti
Sa-i uiti, sa nu-i aduci in lumea asta de ciuti
Suntem deja prea multi.

Tatal nostru care esti in ceruri
Am uitat numele Tau
Am ucis imparatia Ta,
Fara voia Ta.
Ceru-i negru - asa-i si pe pamant,
Painea noastra cea toate de zilele
Ne batem pe ea astazi
Si toti profita de greselile noastre

Si nici noi nu iertam gresitilor nostri
Si ne ducem cu toti in ispita
Caci din noi izvoreste ce-i rau.
Amin.

Ai cuie-n maini de fraier Iisuse,
Si tu ne gasesti scuze,
In curand o sa ploua cu-obuze
Cand chipuri de presedinti morti sunt muze
Pamantu-i plin de vampiri cu ventuze
Ce-i sug sangele negru sa-si hraneasca robotii,
Vii cu vinul, mortii cu mortii lor
Hotii cu preotii, ne prostesc cu totii,
Ne iau din portii si tu tii sa ne cruti pe toti, stii
Oamenii-s fiare, caini se bat pe paini cu fiare-n maini
Ovare poarta orfanii de maine
Tactu' a uitat de noi, atunci noi cui ne inchinam?
Si ardem gaz in cer sa-l intoxicam.
Am 16V, motor de 6 litri, 500 cp,
Cand trec pe strase piti-poancele pica,
Fraierii dau flegme de oftica,
O mana pe volan, una pe sticla,
Da' nu uit sa ma inchin cand trec pe langa biserica,
Un plic de coca-n torpedo langa o icoana mica.
Sunt crestin.

Black (feat. Silent Strike)

You put yourself on the cross for nothing, Jesus,
Because people are still mucus, with fever and coughs,
With phlegm on their lips, with fears and excuses,
With germs in their words, with a black sky in their minds,
He discerns with lightning, digests with ulcers
And despairs when he's not the one to ascend from the spheres,
But angels have cancer in their wings and now they fly down,
But they're not angels, they have blood, it's all a mess,
The earth is beautiful, your father painted it green like a fool,
Because if he had made it gray, maybe we wouldn't see the scum,
Maybe I wouldn't see black in every breath I take,
Maybe I wouldn't miss the music in Shakespeare's text,
But they're all deaf-mute, ugly Christians
Stepping on thorns barefoot, children born with gray hair
Begging adults with longing, escaping sighs to spare them
To forget them, not to bring them into this world of bitches,
We're already too many.

Our Father, who art in heaven
We have forgotten your name,
We have killed your kingdom,
Without your will.
The sky is black – and so is the earth,
Our daily bread
We are fighting over it today
And everyone takes advantage of our mistakes.

And we do not forgive our debtors either
And we lead everyone into temptation
For from us springs what is evil.
Amen.

You have nails in your hands for nothing, Jesus,
And you can't find any excuses,
Soon it will rain with shells
When the faces of dead presidents are museums.
The earth is full of vampires with suction cups
Sucking their black blood to feed their robots,
Come with the wine, the dead with their dead,
Thieves with priests, they all fool us,
They take from our portions and you try to spare us all, you know,
People are beasts, dogs fight over bread with iron in their hands
Ovaries carry the orphans of tomorrow
Your father has forgotten about us, then who do we bow to?
And we burn gas in the sky to poison him.
I have a 16V, 6-liter engine, 500 hp,
When I pass by on the street, the little whores fall,
Fools spit phlegm out of spite,
One hand on the steering wheel, one on the bottle,
But I don't forget to cross myself when I pass by the church,
A bag of coke in the glove compartment next to a small icon.
I'm a Christian.