Текст и перевод песни Edavārdi - No Dvēseles

No Dvēseles

Es esmu fanāts, šos pantus tīt
Es gribu šodien, bet savu sprandu rīt
Esu gaisā kā baikeris, kas gar rampu krīt
Ja rīmes padaru karstas, bet ne ar pannu (vī)
Lai atdzesētu paņem vannu līdz
Kopš cukuru sāku ar fantu rīt
Prasās izpausties, ieņemt jaunu rangu drīz
Es zinu – tā būs, kā ņemis Vangu līdz'
Pirms uz skatuves es batloju zēnus
Laukos no malkas viens pats nagloju zvērus
Ņēmu iztēli, ja tas valodu vēlas
Ja būtu prasme, monstriem tiem lakotu mēles
Es arī zīmēju, laboju ēnas
Tur zobeni, huiņas no varoņu tēmas
Laikā, kad šķita, ka man nagos ir vēnas
Pirms liku tekstus savus wav'os ar rēku
Jā tas naivums, kas liek fanot par tēvu
Un pret lietus mākoni iet karot ar fēnu
Man laikam vienmēr ir paticis radīt
Kaut lapa biju balta kā vanilla radziņš
Reps mani sapina labi, kur palika kladīte?
Bari fanu saka – "Dari šo!" – un zvana vēl arī
Bet dirsēji nāk kā NLO no alus
Un dirš, es atbildu L-O-L un alles
Dirš, jo nepielec metaforas dažas?
Es apmīžu viņu neta un telefona vadus
Bet labāk par to nepatiku īsumā
Savadāk aizies kā tematiskā brīvrunā
Kad biju sīks, veci, es pisu vientulību
Vajadzēja tik' papīru, un bija piedūrīgi
Monstru izgriezt bij' super, tev nepatīk?
Tin ar skoču to suku, lai nesaplīst
Ja nav lemts šitā sacīt šo, veci
Tad es laikam iešu ritmā kratīt žogus
Redzi? Man šī lapa jau sāk aprīt rokas
Un tam beigas neredzu kā naktīs kokus
Un pofig, ka rokas plātu kā nēģeris
Es izlieku sevi kā no mājas tās mēbeles
"Viņš saka pidarass un ānis, kad vēlas tas!"
Jā, bet mazā, tas tak nāca no dvēseles

Eu, vecīt, kā mēs izaugsim garīgi?
Kad naudas nav, nevar izbraukt uz Parīzi
Te vajag rutīnu izlaust un tik' darīt
Es jau teicu, ka tā izpausme ir svarīga
Saki man, kā mēs izaugsim garīgi?
Kad naudas nav, nevar izbraukt uz Parīzi
Te vajag rutīnu izlaust un tik' darīt
Es jau teicu, ka tā izpausme ir svarīga

From The Soul

I'm a fanatic, these verses are written
I want today, but your bangs tomorrow
I am in the air like a biker falling along the ramp
If I make the rhymes hot, but not with the pan (vie)
To cool take a bath to
Since sugar started with the Phantom tomorrow
Demands to manifest themselves, to occupy a new rank soon
I know-it will be like taking Wang to'
Before I bat boys on stage
In the fields, from firewood alone, I nail beasts
Took the imagination if that language wants
If there was a skill, monsters would lick their tongues
I also draw, fix shadows
There swords, huines from the theme of heroes
At a time when it seemed that I had veins in my nails
Before I put the texts my wav'os with a roar
Yes that naivety that makes you a fan of being a father
And against the rain cloud go to war with a hairdryer
I guess I've always liked to create
Although the sheet was white as a vanilla stud
Rap entangled me well, where did the cladite go?
Bari fan says –" do this!– - and call still too
But dirses come like UFOs from beer
And dirsh, I answer L-O-L and alles
Dirsh, because do not stick metaphors some?
I plaster their net and telephone wires
But better than not liking it at a glance
Will go like a thematic free speech
When I was tiny, old, I pissed loneliness
Needed so ' paper, and was spiky
Monster cut bij ' super, you don't like it?
Tin with Scotch their brush so as not to break
If not destined to say this, old
Then I'll probably shake the fences in rhythm
See? For me this page is already beginning to devour hands
And I don't see the end of it like trees at night
And pofig that hand plat like a Negro
I pretend to be out of the house its furniture
"He says pidaras un ANI when he wants it!"
Yes, but small, that tak came from the soul

Eu, Man, How are we going to grow up spiritually?
When there is no money, you cannot leave for Paris
Here you need to break the routine and so ' do
I have already said that its manifestation is important
Tell me, how will we grow up spiritually?
When there is no money, you cannot leave for Paris
Here you need to break the routine and so ' do
I have already said that its manifestation is important