Текст и перевод песни Rakova - Apogeu

Apogeu

Unutrei a disparut
S-a stiut de la-nceput
N-a lasat nici o urma
Refugiat poate dupa o umbra
E o identitate, doar un personaj
Dupa o masca niciun miraj
O entitate, poate doar un nebun
Cand stilou' leviteaza e ceva bun

Cine-i Treispe?
Nimeni nu l-a vazut
Nu l-a auzit, nu l-a ascultat de mult
Sau niciodata, 404, 404, 404, not found, not found

Dincolo de fiecare rima, infern
Dincolo de strofe, aproape suprem
Se refugiaza in texte ca sa se salveze
Ganduri ermetice, versuri complexe
Cauta divinul in poezie
Numele sau e pura fantezie
Luna declara un anumit sfarsit
Simtind ca de pierdut nu mai e nimic

Cine-i Treispe?
Nimeni nu l-a vazut
Nu l-a auzit, nu l-a ascultat de mult
Sau niciodata, 404, 404, 404, not found, not found

Daca Treispe dispare, vocea lui nemuritoare
Apare imprimata pe fisiere muzicale
Si rasuna, rasuna, rasuna
Din straturi de constiinta
Pana la, pana la, pana la
Tine direct in minte, fiinta
Fiecare vers ascunde un mesaj
Des despre esec sau nesucces, din peisaj
Cand deja a ajuns sa cuprinda ultimul apogeu
Renaste prin piese ca un arhitect

Cine-i Treispe?
Nimeni nu l-a vazut
Nu l-a auzit, nu l-a ascultat de mult
Sau niciodata, 404, 404, 404, not found, not found

Apogee

I forgot it has disappeared
It was known from the beginning
It left no trace
Perhaps a refugee behind a shadow
It is an identity, just a character
Behind a mask no mirage
An entity, perhaps just a madman
When the pen levitates it's something good

Who is Treispe?
No one has seen him
Has not heard him, has not listened to him for a long time
Or never, 404, 404, 404, not found, not found

Beyond each rhyme, hell
Beyond the stanzas, almost supreme
He takes refuge in texts to save himself
Hermetic thoughts, complex verses
He seeks the divine in poetry
His name is pure fantasy
The moon declares a certain end
Feeling that there is nothing left to lose

Who is Treispe?
No one has seen him
Has not heard him, has not listened to him for a long time
Or never, 404, 404, 404, not found, not found

If Treispe disappears, his immortal voice
It appears imprinted on music files
And it sounds, it sounds, it sounds
From layers of consciousness
Until, until, until
It holds directly in your mind, your being
Each verse hides a message
About of failure or failure, from the landscape
When he has already come to embrace the last apogee
He is reborn through pieces like an architect

Who is Treispe?
No one has seen him
Has not heard him, has not listened to him for a long time
Or never, 404, 404, 404, not found, not found