Текст и перевод песни Miyagi feat. Andy Panda - Tantra

Tantra

Перед костром замирали взгляды
Ты лакомый кусок на виду фауны
Естество манило звездопадами
Готовы были волками выть до луны
Ваша манера навыдумывать правду
Добивала холодом суть глубины
Вы возомнили о себе, чё не надо
Нарушая суетою гладь тишины
Человек награди себя сам, да
Пониманием, дабы Бога постичь
Как и говорил, каждый сам себе Санта
Себя наказали, себя надо простить
Надо вывозить до последнего раунда
От этого гнева нам надо валить
Дура - голова, моя музыка - тантра
Моя музыка-тантра
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy
Humanization is the only chance to be a family
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy
Humanization is the only chance to be a family
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist
Тут нет брахманов, мы без bad man'ов
Так же у костра оторвались от диванов
Среди друзей, как среди шаманов
Пускаем корни, лечимся на травах
Это ли не тантра в моей голове
Снова придает уверенности в завтрашнем дне
Особенно в кайф, если тяжело сказать словами
Не грузись, музыка без правил
Meditation в ушах, по проводам
Голос - инструмент, и он режет напополам
Это ли не тантра - я представляю Hajime
И благодарен людям за то, что вы на одной волне со мной
Meditation всё так же у костра
Включили бит, фристайлим до утра
Meditation среди друзей, среди шаманов
Пускаем корни, лечимся на травах
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy
Humanization is the only chance to be a family
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy
Humanization is the only chance to be a family
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy
Humanization is the only chance to be a family
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist
Meditation, meditation, meditation

Tantra

Our gazes met before the bonfire's glow,
A tempting morsel for the watching fauna's show.
Nature beckoned with cascading stars above,
We were ready to howl like wolves, fueled by love.
Your way of fabricating truth, it stings,
Chilling the essence of deeper things.
You've grown conceited, beyond what's right,
Disrupting the silence with your restless might.
Man rewards himself, yes, that's the way,
With understanding, to reach God's sway.
As I said, each one is their own Santa Claus,
Punished yourself, now forgiveness must pause.
We must endure till the final round is done,
Escape this anger, we need to run.
A fool's head, my music - a tantric art,
My music - a tantra, tearing us apart.
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy,
Humanization, the only chance for family.
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe,
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist creed.
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy,
Humanization, the only chance for family.
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe,
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist thieves.
No Brahmans here, we're free from bad men's hold,
Just like by the bonfire, stories unfold.
Among friends, like among shamans wise,
We plant our roots, with herbs we rise.
Isn't this tantra within my mind's embrace?
Renewing confidence in tomorrow's chase.
Especially sweet when words fail to impart,
Don't stress, music knows no rule, no chart.
Meditation in ears, through wires it flows,
Voice as an instrument, cutting through woes.
Isn't this tantra - I envision Hajime's might,
Grateful for you all, riding the same wave of light.
Meditation still by the fire's warm embrace,
Beat turned on, we freestyle at our own pace.
Meditation among friends, with shamans we convene,
Planting roots, with herbs our spirits glean.
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy,
Humanization, the only chance for family.
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe,
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist weave.
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy,
Humanization, the only chance for family.
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe,
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist reprieve.
My inspiration, my experience, my legacy,
Humanization, the only chance for family.
My fuckin' patience is running out, but I believe,
War will burn with racist and evil nationalist decree.
Meditation, meditation, meditation, set us free.