Текст и перевод песни PK - Canis Aureus

Canis Aureus

Kas oled rohkem draama peal?
Hea kui on veidi soola haava peal
Suur soov olla emotsioonide boss
Midagi sa ihaldad siis saama pead

Või pigem Sandleri tüüp?
Rösti keda tahad, vahet pole kuni müüb
Taskus on alati naljade raamat
Maksku mis maksab, kildu peab saama

Kõik on chill, elad nirvanas
Olen Seth Rogen, tule lenda kaasa
Ühel hetkel ütle välja mis valid
Aga mõtle vaiksemalt, idee on vali

Ma ei ole pidur
A lääge romantiline pask mul ei istu
Mul on ka Notebook
A selle asemel, et saada Hollywoodi peldikust tripper
Kirjutan ma hitte

Oled salaja sitke
Jooksed kuni oled Jaapanis ori
Inspiratsioon võib teha sind pimedaks
Jultunud šaakal, vaata kus ronid

Küll on hea müsteerium hea
Küsin "mis stiil oled" ja sa veel ei tea
Näen et ajad üle ääre
Seda lainet ei kanna ära küll ükski veerenn eal

Vaid oma mägi ja sa veered seal
Ega elu tegema sul teeneid pea
Tee tööd
Tee tööd

Ja küll tuleb armastus
Kui on endast tekkind hea arvamus
Otsid loogikat pärast iga kaotust
Pole juhuseid, on vaid saatus

Teine vaatus on see, kus head teed
Kui tunnistad, et oled nukuteater
Hinges laps ja ma öösel read teen
Mis üllatuseks pole plagiaat

Ja rullin rullin rullin rullin sinna kus on mugavam
Ega ma ei teadnud ju, et ei või kõike lubada

Canis Aureus

Are you more of a drama queen?
It's good when there's a little salt on the wound
A great desire to be the boss of emotions
Something you crave and then you have to get it

Or are you more of a Sandler type?
Roast whoever you want, it doesn't matter as long as it sells
There's always a joke book in your pocket
Whatever it costs, you have to get some

Everything is chill, you live in nirvana
I'm Seth Rogen, come fly away with me
Tell me what you choose at one point
But think more quietly, the idea is loud

I'm not a brakeman
A lousy romantic shit don't fit me
I have a notebook too
But instead of becoming a Hollywood asshole tripper
I write hits

You're secretly tough
You run until you're a slave in Japan
Inspiration can make you blind
A brazen jackal, look where you climb

Mystery is good
I ask "what style are you" and you still don't know
I see you're going overboard
No quarter oar can ever carry this wave

Just your mountain and you roll there
Life doesn't have to do favors for you
Work
Work

And love will come
When you have a good opinion of yourself
You seek logic after every loss
There are no accidents, only destiny

The second act is where you do good
When you admit that you are a puppet theater
A child at heart and I write lines at night
Which surprisingly is not plagiarism

And I roll roll roll roll to where it's more comfortable
I didn't know I couldn't do anything