Текст и перевод песни Rytmus feat. Laris Diam - Obrazy

Obrazy

Som ten, čo zabíja playback,
Dlžíš love, tak pay back.
Chcem si kúpiť ten Maybach,
Nič neni nemožné v tej hre.

Jebať ich, inak to nejde,
Definície a slang rap.
Kreslím tie slová jak fat cap,
Strieľam to z papule jeb jeb.

Obrazy maľujem verne,
V podobe človeka, Rain Man,
Myšlienky, pohľady, kde sme,
V živote človeka, triezve.

Ne zle, len sme v objatí satana, hell yeah,
Vieš, ne? Stres, že? Čo si navaríme zjedzme.
Flash back, let späť, Quasit exboyz, rešpekt.
Kde ste, stage, blesk, dnes už len na fotke, kresbe.

Pointa sa zamotáva,
Téma a zmysel sa stráca.
Všade počujem len bla bla,
Srdce a pero krváca.

Kým začnem, vyťahujem mincu, hádžem nad hlavu.
Padol znak, yeah, šťastie.
Cit, vášeň.
Silueta, tieň rastie.
Počujem neznámy hlas, yeah.

Na stene biele plátno (ooo yeah),
Pomaly svoj plán dokončuje,
Farba za farbou každým jedným ťahom ma prekvapuje.
Dielo predo mnou vzniká, samé sa zdokonaľuje.

Strácam signál,
Neviem, či som ešte vôbec živá.
Vidím môj svet, nevnímam.
Cítim, dokážem všetko, čo chcem,
Kým svoj obraz maľujem.

Maľujem obrazy,
Obrazy slovami,
Slovami obrazy,
Obraz maľovaný.

Maľujem obrazy,
Obrazy slovami,
Slovami obrazy,
Obraz maľovaný.

Paintings

I'm the one who kills the playback,
You owe money, so pay back.
I want to buy that Maybach,
Nothing is impossible in this game.

Fuck them, there's no other way,
Definitions and slang rap.
I draw those words like fat cap,
I shoot it from my mouth, bang bang.

I paint paintings faithfully,
In the form of a man, Rain Man,
Thoughts, looks, where are we,
In a human life, sober.

Not bad, but we're in Satan's embrace, hell yeah,
You know, don't you? Stress, right? Let's eat what we cook.
Flashback, let's go back, Quasit exboyz, respect.
Where are you, stage, flash, nowadays only in a photo, sketch.

The point is getting twisted,
The theme and meaning are lost.
All I hear is blah blah,
My heart and pen are bleeding.

Before I start, I pull out a coin and toss it over my head.
Heads up, yeah, lucky.
Emotion, passion.
Silhouette, the shadow grows.
I hear an unknown voice, yeah.

A blank canvas on the wall (ooo yeah),
Slowly completing its plan,
Color after color, each stroke surprises me.
The work in front of me is coming to life, perfecting itself.

I'm losing signal,
I don't know if I'm even alive anymore.
I see my world, I don't perceive.
I feel, I can do anything I want,
As I paint my picture.

I paint paintings,
Paintings with words,
With words paintings,
A painted picture.

I paint paintings,
Paintings with words,
With words paintings,
A painted picture.