Текст и перевод песни Edavārdi - Mana Vieta

Mana Vieta

Pienāk rīts, mierā tīts
Un kad vienādības iemācītas
Tad pietā bīta ies tās rīmes
Jo biežāk stīva liekās dzīve
Un paliek jēls, kas liekās īsts
Bet tas nemanāmi kā ziemā krīts
Kad es domāju – "Kur palikusi jautrība?"
Man atbild kāda pajukusi draudzība
Viss, ko zinu – gari tusi, daudz cīgas
Un to, ka mums ir sajukusi valdība
Te slinki jaunieši, kas neko nedara
Izliek žūlti netā, jo repot nevar
Te lēta plastmasa pie zelta liekās īsta
Draugu skepse un vēlme pierādīt
Jauni stāri un biznesa klišejas
Neizdotas dziesmas, izmestas idejas
Mana vieta ir kaut kur starp šo visu
Starp ofisu glaunu un šo disku
Un to es nezinu, bet iztieku ar fokusu
Tādu, ka smaidu un izliekos ka pohuj

Mana vieta ir skolas solā
Vai arī jums blakām, ja kožat krogā
Kaut gan nāve iet roku rokā
Ar grādiem un pāris ložu somām
Nafig veselību dodu projām?
Ja es arī citas lietas protu bojāt
Nezinu, laikam ievelk masa
Jo man bieži kāds iedzert prasa
Mani ievelk šie pilsētu koridori
Savu vietu ieņemu tai cilvēku domino
Pārvarot tās krīzes spītīgi
Mainot visu ar sīku rīcību
Ar ģīmi pretīgu vai glīti spīdīgi
Nodzīvojam šo dzīvi līdzīgi
Pohuj, ko citi salasa karmā
Mana vieta ir tur – parastā darbā
Uz kuru reti ar patiku dodās
Kur pārdod preci vai fabrikas solā
Gatavojot tam, mani liek pa daļām
Un parāda kā dzīvot, lai tieku galā
Bet tirpu vietā es jūtu adatas
Nezinu, vai sistēmai būšu gana labs
Mana vieta ir starp jums, un jaušami
Viņa aizņem kaktus un sauc mani

My Place

Morning arrives, shrouded in peace
And when equality is learned
Then with trepidation these rhymes will sound
Because life frequently seems rigid
And what seems real becomes raw
But it melts imperceptibly like snow in winter
When I think – "Where has the joy gone?"
A broken friendship answers me
All I know – long parties, many cigarettes
And that our government is confused
Here are lazy young people who do nothing
Acting tough online, because they can't hustle
Here cheap plastic seems real next to gold
Friends' skepticism and the desire to prove something
New stars and business cliches
Unreleased songs, discarded ideas
My place is somewhere between all this
Between the sleek office and this album
And I don't know that, but I manage with focus
Such that I smile and pretend I don't give a damn

My place is at the school desk
Or next to you, if you're drinking in a tavern
Although death walks hand in hand
With degrees and a few bullet wounds
Why should I give away my health?
If I can ruin other things too
I don't know, maybe the crowd draws me in
Because someone often asks me to have a drink
These city corridors draw me in
I take my place in that human domino
Overcoming those crises stubbornly
Changing everything with small actions
With a repulsive or beautifully shiny face
We live this life similarly
I don't give a damn what others are complaining about
My place is there – in an ordinary job
To which people rarely go with pleasure
Where they sell goods or in a factory building
Preparing it, they divide me into parts
And show me how to live, so that I can cope
But I feel needles in my melting place
I don't know if I'll be good enough for the system
My place is among you, and it's tangible
She occupies cacti and calls me