Текст и перевод песни Ivan Tasler feat. I.M.T. Smile - Pri Tebe

Pri Tebe

Pri tebe, sa cítim často na devätnásť,
No niekedy na deväťdesiatdeväť.
Niekedy som zbitý, a neviem vyššie rásť,
Ako lev chytený v sieti revem.
Pri tebe, sa cítim často na osemnásť,
No niekedy na deväťdesiatosem
Pričinou vždy si ty, keď seba neviem nájsť.
Pri tebe som ako ten strom, čo raz kvitne, raz lístie stráca,
Pri tebe som v dobrom i zlom, či si ľadová a či vriaca,
Pri tebe som jako ten strom, čo raz kvitne raz listie stráca,
Pri tebe som v dobrom i zlom.
Pri tebe, sa cítim často na devätnásť,
No niekedy na deväťdesiatdeväť.
Niekedy som zbitý, a neviem vyššie rásť,
Ako lev chytený v sieti revem.
Pri tebe, sa cítim často na osemnásť,
No niekedy na deväťdesiatosem
Pričinou vždy si ty, keď seba neviem nájsť.
Pri tebe som ako ten strom, čo raz kvitne, raz lístie stráca,
Pri tebe som v dobrom i zlom, či si ľadová a či vriaca,
Pri tebe som jako ten strom, čo raz kvitne raz listie stráca,
Pri tebe som v dobrom i zlom.
Pri tebe som ako ten strom, čo raz kvitne, raz lístie stráca,
Pri tebe som v dobrom i zlom, či si ľadová a či vriaca,
Pri tebe som jako ten strom, čo raz kvitne raz listie stráca,
Pri tebe som v dobrom i zlom.

Inside Your Embrace

By your side, I often feel like I'm nineteen,
But sometimes like ninety-nine.
At times, I'm defeated, unable to soar,
Like a lion trapped in a net, roaring.
By your side, I often feel like I'm eighteen,
But sometimes like ninety-eight.
The reason is always you, when I can't find myself.
With you, I'm like a tree, sometimes blooming, sometimes losing its leaves,
With you, through good and bad, whether you're icy or boiling,
With you, I'm like a tree, sometimes blooming, sometimes losing its leaves,
With you, through good and bad.
By your side, I often feel like I'm nineteen,
But sometimes like ninety-nine.
At times, I'm defeated, unable to soar,
Like a lion trapped in a net, roaring.
By your side, I often feel like I'm eighteen,
But sometimes like ninety-eight.
The reason is always you, when I can't find myself.
With you, I'm like a tree, sometimes blooming, sometimes losing its leaves,
With you, through good and bad, whether you're icy or boiling,
With you, I'm like a tree, sometimes blooming, sometimes losing its leaves,
With you, through good and bad.
With you, I'm like a tree, sometimes blooming, sometimes losing its leaves,
With you, through good and bad, whether you're icy or boiling,
With you, I'm like a tree, sometimes blooming, sometimes losing its leaves,
With you, through good and bad.