Tidak Ada Jalan Pulang (feat. Gosal) - Madsure перевод на английский

Tidak Ada Jalan Pulang (feat. Gosal)

Hidup tanpa tujuan tak ada jalan pulang
Mencuri kebuntuan harapan yang berserakan
Mencari tumpuan meski tak miliki kemampuan
Ludahi semua tawaran yang negara berikan
Mencoba berlari sebelum waktu terbunuh
Menghujat mentari saat fajar menabuh subuh
Teruslah menari di bawah langit yang akan runtuh
Tak pernah sadari bahwa peluh akan mengguyur tubuh
Sebelum semua tiran menjadi batu nisan
Memang amatiran memilih api sebagai pesan
Tak ada lagi kibaran bendera yang kami pasang
Dalam pusaran setiap pusara yang kami pancang
Nafas kami terbatas tersengal hampir mati
Jalan yang panas, tar-tar layu hanya mengamati
Tak ada yang pantas untuk kami hormati
Selain berseru pada tuan, persetan Amorfati

Tak ada tokoh sentral yang dapat mengontrol
Yang monumental, menaruh pesan di dalam botol
Membakar dirinya memilih jalan pedang
Ibunya tahu ia takkan pulang saat petang
Tak ada tokoh sentral yang dapat mengontrol
Yang monumental, menaruh pesan di dalam botol
Membakar dirinya memilih jalan pedang
Ibunya tahu ia takkan pulang saat petang

Warna hitam bagi kami jadikan representasi
Mereka membumi, militer lakukan doktrinasi
Tak perlu kagumi dan tak ada limitasi
Seperti kata Rumi, kekosongan jiwa siap diisi
Bertahan dan melawan di balik reruntuhan
Menolak menjadi hamba yang tunduk kepada tuan
Kami bukanlah domba dan juga bukan suruhan
Kalian tak berhak mengundi kami sebagai taruhan
Menukar mata, menipu sebagai informan
Dijebak tiap kata, mereka yang merasa dominan
Sampaikan warta yang tak pernah ada kebenaran
Otomatis tertata dikontrol aparat keamanan
Merawat Leviathan di balik persatuan
Paksa penyatuan dengan dalih undang-undang
Dan peraturan kemewahan palsu, nyawa pengganti angsuran
Runcingkan cakar garuda di tengah penggusuran

Tak ada tokoh sentral yang dapat mengontrol
Yang monumental, menaruh pesan di dalam botol
Membakar dirinya memilih jalan pedang
Ibunya tahu ia takkan pulang saat petang
Tak ada tokoh sentral yang dapat mengontrol
Yang monumental, menaruh pesan di dalam botol
Membakar dirinya memilih jalan pedang
Ibunya tahu ia takkan pulang saat petang
Tak ada tokoh sentral yang dapat mengontrol
Yang monumental, menaruh pesan di dalam botol
Membakar dirinya memilih jalan pedang
Ibunya tahu ia takkan pulang saat petang
Tak ada tokoh sentral yang dapat mengontrol
Yang monumental, menaruh pesan di dalam botol
Membakar dirinya memilih jalan pedang
Ibunya tahu ia takkan pulang saat petang

No Way Home (feat. Gosal)

Life without purpose, no way home
Stealing the deadlock of scattered hopes
Seeking support despite lacking ability
Spit on all the offers the country gives
Trying to run before time is killed
Cursing the sun as dawn breaks
Keep dancing under the sky that will fall
Never realizing that sweat will drench the body
Before all tyrants become tombstones
Amateurishly choosing fire as a message
No more waving flags that we put up
In the vortex of every grave we plant
Our breath is limited, gasping, almost dead
The hot road, withered tar, just watching
No one deserves our respect
Except to cry out to the master, fuck Amor Fati

There is no central figure who can control
The monumental, putting a message in a bottle
Burning himself, choosing the path of the sword
His mother knew he wouldn't come home at dusk
There is no central figure who can control
The monumental, putting a message in a bottle
Burning himself, choosing the path of the sword
His mother knew he wouldn't come home at dusk

The color black we make a representation
They are grounded, the military indoctrinates
No need to admire and there are no limitations
As Rumi said, the emptiness of the soul is ready to be filled
Resisting and fighting behind the ruins
Refusing to be slaves who submit to the master
We are not sheep and not errands
You have no right to draw us as a bet
Exchanging eyes, deceiving as informants
Trapped in every word, those who feel dominant
Delivering news that has never been true
Automatically arranged, controlled by security forces
Caring for Leviathan behind unity
Forced unification under the pretext of law
And regulations of false luxury, life replacement installments
Sharpen the Garuda's claws in the midst of evictions

There is no central figure who can control
The monumental, putting a message in a bottle
Burning himself, choosing the path of the sword
His mother knew he wouldn't come home at dusk
There is no central figure who can control
The monumental, putting a message in a bottle
Burning himself, choosing the path of the sword
His mother knew he wouldn't come home at dusk
There is no central figure who can control
The monumental, putting a message in a bottle
Burning himself, choosing the path of the sword
His mother knew he wouldn't come home at dusk
There is no central figure who can control
The monumental, putting a message in a bottle
Burning himself, choosing the path of the sword
His mother knew he wouldn't come home at dusk