Текст и перевод песни Edavārdi - Man Nevajag Patiesību (Akapella)

Man Nevajag Patiesību (Akapella)

Nav man triku tādu, lai es tiktu dikti tālu
Kaut te tipi nikni stāv, pofig, kādu niku liki, brāl
Man, reizēm dēvē citi par nigeru bālu
Ar ceļu īsāku, kā ziņas, ko twitteris rāda
Zviedz, it kā skaitot es ar pliku, bļe, pipeli stāvu
Man jau ir tas miķis un piķis, tie niķi ir pāri
Tādi kā es jums ir mistiski, kā Hitlera nāve
Vārdi stipri, bļin, it kā, kā sīcis, Bitneru rāvu
Un tagad briedumā aug bicepsi un niķeļa bārda
Pats veicu izvēli, kaut visi to liktenim ļāva
Tāpēc dodu Tev ko vieglu, tā kā riteņu rāmji
Slimu, tā kā triperis, asu kā žiletes, brāli
Es dzeļu lapu, tā kā skorpions ar otu dienām
Augu pasaulē, kur monitors ir logu vietā
Un man nav elku daudz, bet Morisons ir ļoti cieņā
Jocīga saruna, ne skaņa monotona
Kad atbild paceltas rokas uz manu monologu
Entās reizes runāts par bītu, un kā rīmēju
Bet kad saku, ka šito mīlu – es pārspīlēju
Tikai dzēšu kārtējo mītu, jā, nīdēj
Tagad 21, nav vēl skils liels
Un visi mani principi zūd kā silts sniegs
Un es nevaru te darīt to, ko šis stils liegs
Bet tu nesagaidīsi to, ka vilks ries
Tāpēc daru, kas man jādara, kamēr vēl sirds ies
Tas ir – ja vajag melot, arī maskas vilkt
Bēgt no urlām un nepīpēt to, ko rastas mīl
Nedzert tā, ka filmu nelīmē, kad saskandina
Rakstīt tā, ka tie, kas nerīmē, teiks "Kas tas bija"?
Un lai to jums šī relīze visiem atgādina
Ka esmu gandrīz parasts, šīs skaņas ir īsts balasts
Man nevajag trīs gramus, lai maņās zūd tīrs marasms
Man nevajag patiesību, tā grauž pārāk daudz
Jo vairs nav naivie gadi, kad sauc ārā draugi
Un es esmu darījis lietas, kas nav pārāk jaukas, tāpēc

I Don't Need the Truth (Acapella)

I don't do no tricks to get anywhere real quick
Though here are standing many angry guys, no matter how tough they might seem, bro
I'm sometimes called Niger, pale
With a shorter way than what twitter will show
Scream like I'm counting with a dick in my hand, man, I'm standing naked
I already have the microphone and the cash, those tricks are played out
Guys like me are a mystery to you, like Hitler's death
Strong words, damn, like if I was pulling on Bitner like a tit
And now my bicepses and nickel-sized beard are growing in their prime
I made a choice for myself, though everyone just let it be
That's why I give you something easy, like a rim on wheels
Sore, like someone with chlamydia, sharp like razor blades, brother
I tear through leaves like a scorpion with a paintbrush in broad daylight
I grow in a world where a monitor is in place of a window
And I don't have many idols, but Morrison has a lot of respect
A funny conversation, not a monotone sound
When they answer with their hands up to my monologue
Talked a million times about the beat and how I rhyme
But when I say I love this, I'm exaggerating
Just erasing another myth, yeah, hate it
Now 21, my skills aren't that great
And all my principles melt away like warm snow
And I can't do what this style demands
But you won't wait for the wolf to howl
So I do what I have to do, while my heart still beats
That is, if necessary, wear masks to lie
Escape from URLs and not smoke what the rastafarians love
Don't drink so much that you don't glue the movie together when you raise a glass
Write so that those who don't rhyme say, "What was that?"
And let this release remind everyone
That I'm almost ordinary, these sounds are real ballast
I don't need three grams to get lost in the madness
I don't need the truth, it eats too much
Because there are no more naive years when friends call you out
And I've done things that aren't very nice, that's why