Текст и перевод песни Majk Spirit - Masky

Masky

Ref.:
Ukáž tvár, zahoď masku, ten make-up ťa robí krajšou iba na obrázku.
Tvoje tvary sú od mamy, pochop, že nemusíš opraviť to, čo Boh spravil.
Keď vylepšuješ čo je dokonalé, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Keď umelé je nové prirodzené, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Keď forma je viac, jak obsah, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Krása je viac, jak pravda, krása je viac, jak pravda?!
Poznám jedno dievča, volá sa Barbie, je hlavná hviezda každej šou.
Nákupy celý deň a večer párty, neni nikto, kto by nechcel byť s ňou.
Môžeš byť kým chceš, ona chce byť dokonalá.
Pochopila, že je mocná, keď je sexy a naučila sa to z časopisov už ako malá.
Chce byť krásna, aj keď to bolí, to nevadí.
Krása bolí, krása bolí!
Na diéte ešte jak dieťa.
Na osemnástku už umelé prsia, perfektné telo, to modelky musia, magazíny ju tým dusia, blíži sa leto, vlastné krivky sa jej hnusia.
Cíti sa tučná, stále je smutná, našla si riešenie - liposukcia.
Všetci jej vravia, aká je pekná, pre ňu je samozrejmé, že jej to pristane.
Veď to aj trvá, hodinu pätnásť, tak si každé ráno rada privstane.
Robí to pre seba, cíti sa lepšie, trojky už nestačia, chce ešte väčšie.
Zväčší aj pery, jak Angelina Jolie, no skôr kačka Daisy, okej, si fakt sexy, no jak moc to bolí.
Ref.:
Ukáž tvár, zahoď masku, ten make-up ťa robí krajšou iba na obrázku.
Tvoje tvary sú od mamy, pochop, že nemusíš opraviť to, čo Boh spravil.
Keď vylepšuješ čo je dokonalé, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Keď umelé je nové prirodzené, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Keď forma je viac, jak obsah, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Krása je viac, jak pravda, krása je viac, jak pravda?!
A Barbie má frajera, je to čávo, a páči sa jej, že je hocičo, len nie skromný, má vraj nejaké peniaze a ne málo, spolu si žijú a míňajú, ako sprostí.
Chalan cvičí, ale slabne a pritom priberá, L-carnitín a proteín, šak sa rysuje, a nejde o to, jak je silný, ale jak vyzerá a budúcnosť bude krásna, už sa mu rysuje.
Krása bolí, krása bolí, jednu si fukne a je ako nový.
Ide s dobou - k obedu vodku s kolou, má to pod kontrolou a ne, ako oni.
Miluje luxus, má Lexus a dáva lexáčik, nech je laxný.
Má six-pack, no žere biftek, a potom Big
Mac, a celý je mastný.
Masky, nosí masku, verí klamstvu, klame zo strachu o lásku, chce sa páčiť, verí v krásu, chce ju stoj čo stoj, a tak robí čo mnohí, a je v roli, priemerný Johnny, zapadol v dave, jak oni, dolník sa cíti, jak žolík, no pravdy sa bojí.
Krásna story, ale jak moc to bolí?!
Ref.:
Ukáž tvár, zahoď masku, ten make-up ťa robí krajšou iba na obrázku.
Tvoje tvary sú od mamy, pochop, že nemusíš opraviť to, čo Boh spravil.
Keď vylepšuješ čo je dokonalé, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Keď umelé je nové prirodzené, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Keď forma je viac, jak obsah, potom krása je viac, jak pravda.
Krása je viac, jak pravda, krása je viac, jak pravda?!
Zahoď masku brácho!
Zahoď masku sestra!
Zahoď ten fejk!
Môžeš byť kým chceš, buď sám sebou!
Hej!
Blablablablablablablaaa...

Masks

Chorus:
Show your face, throw away the mask, that makeup only makes you prettier in pictures.
Your curves are from your mama, understand you don't need to fix what God made.
When you enhance what's already perfect, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
When artificial becomes the new natural, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
When form matters more than content, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
Beauty is more than truth, beauty is more than truth?!
I know a girl named Barbie, she's the main star of every show.
Shopping all day and parties all night, there's no one who wouldn't want to be with her.
You can be whoever you want, she wants to be perfect.
She understood her power lies in being sexy, learned it from magazines since she was little.
She wants to be beautiful, even if it hurts, it doesn't matter.
Beauty hurts, beauty hurts!
On a diet since she was a child.
Fake breasts for her eighteenth birthday, a perfect body, that's what models have to have, magazines suffocate her with it, summer is coming, she hates her own curves.
She feels fat, always sad, she found a solution - liposuction.
Everyone tells her how pretty she is, for her it's natural that it suits her.
Well, it also takes an hour and fifteen minutes, so she gladly gets up early every morning.
She does it for herself, she feels better, C cups are not enough, she wants even bigger ones.
She'll enlarge her lips too, like Angelina Jolie, but more like Daisy Duck, okay, you're really sexy, but how much does it hurt.
Chorus:
Show your face, throw away the mask, that makeup only makes you prettier in pictures.
Your curves are from your mama, understand you don't need to fix what God made.
When you enhance what's already perfect, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
When artificial becomes the new natural, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
When form matters more than content, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
Beauty is more than truth, beauty is more than truth?!
And Barbie has a boyfriend, he's a dude, and she likes that he's anything but humble, he supposedly has some money and not a little, they live together and spend like fools.
The guy works out, but gets weaker while gaining weight, L-carnitine and protein, well, he's getting ripped, and it's not about how strong he is, but how he looks and the future will be beautiful, he's already getting ripped.
Beauty hurts, beauty hurts, he takes one hit and he's like new.
He's with the times - vodka and coke for lunch, he's got it under control and not like them.
He loves luxury, has a Lexus and gives a little Lexus, so he can be laid back.
He has a six-pack, but eats steak, and then Big
Mac, and he's all greasy.
Masks, he wears a mask, believes in lies, lies out of fear of love, wants to be liked, believes in beauty, wants it at all costs, and so he does what many do, and he's in the role, the average Johnny, he blended in with the crowd, like them, the loser feels like a joker, but he's afraid of the truth.
Beautiful story, but how much does it hurt?!
Chorus:
Show your face, throw away the mask, that makeup only makes you prettier in pictures.
Your curves are from your mama, understand you don't need to fix what God made.
When you enhance what's already perfect, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
When artificial becomes the new natural, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
When form matters more than content, then beauty becomes more important than truth.
Beauty is more than truth, beauty is more than truth?!
Throw away the mask, brother!
Throw away the mask, sister!
Throw away the fake!
You can be whoever you want, be yourself!
Hey!
Blablablablablablablaaa...