Текст и перевод песни Scriptor - Insomnija

Insomnija

Muči me insomnija, nekad i u snovima
Ovih dana svaka noć je nova pustolovina
Insomnija, progone me tragedije iz novina
Crna kronika, vidim sebe u tim slovima
Muči me insomnija ponekad i u snovima
U morima noćnih mora nesigurna plovidba
Insomnija, središte su medijske tragedije
Svaki čas se čini da je konačno na meni red

Ne mogu spavat brate, a kad zaspem sanjam da se
Budim usred ničeg, nevidljivi ljudi vrište
Ne znam jel to savjest il je neko sranje u budućnosti
Al pretpostavljam da je ruho smrti jako skup kostim
Vidim nesreće kroz mjesečevu zavjesu
Leševe sred mećave kroz rešetke u kavezu
Smrtonosne spletove bezopasnih okolnosti
Mrtvaca u ogledalu koji mi govori ovo si ti
I ova pjesma me drži budnim
Cvilež mrtvih ljudi će mi u sekundi spržit bubnjić
A vani se spustila odvratna magluština
Soba je pustinja, slina se suši u ustima
Čujem neko nasilje, snažne detonacije
A prokleti komarci me pikaju preko kacige
Dok vozim prema ponoru motorom u horroru
Ovo tu je gore nego jebeni Frodo u Mordoru

Buljim u kazaljke na satu, u noćnim satima
Satire me umor ne mogu zaspat već danima
Stvarnost toliko ranjiva, dolina sanjiva
San postaje manija, iluzija neuhvatljiva
Psiha pada ko Alamo, utvrda neobranjiva
Dok se pigam u stanjima... vama neopisivim
Stapam se s okolinom tako da pobjegnem istini
Onoj koja me stalno proganja, neda mi spavat
Đoni brate... moja je furka užas i strava
Na mahove padam,u neko čudno stanje polusna
Al uvijek me nazad vrati moja psiha bolesna
Kapci poput poveza, tok misli nepovezan
Sve se čini tako nestvarno ali ovdje sam
Ovdje san, polagano umire već noćima
Dovršavam vers davno napisan nikad pročitan
Primam hladan čelik u ruku i otkočim ga
Povlačim oroz i odlazim na vječni počinak

Insomnia

Insomnia is tormenting me, even in my dreams
Every night these days is a new adventure
Insomnia, the tragedies from the news are chasing me
Crime chronicles, I see myself in those letters
Insomnia is tormenting me, sometimes even in my dreams
In the seas of nightmares, unsafe sailing
Insomnia, the center of media tragedies
Every time it seems like it's finally my turn

I can't sleep, babe, and when I do, I dream that I
Wake up in the middle of nowhere, invisible people are screaming
I don't know if it's my conscience or some crap in the future
But I guess the robe of death is a very expensive costume
I see accidents through the moon's curtain
Corpses in the middle of a blizzard through the bars in a cage
Deadly interweavings of harmless circumstances
The dead man in the mirror who tells me this is you
And this song keeps me awake
The wail of dead people will blow out my eardrums in a second
And a disgusting fog has settled outside
The room is a desert, my saliva is drying out in my mouth
I hear some violence, strong detonations
And the damn mosquitoes are biting me through my helmet
While I drive towards the abyss on a motorcycle in horror
This here is worse than damn Frodo in Mordor

I stare at the hands on the clock, in the night hours
Fatigue is satirizing me, I haven't been able to sleep for days
Reality is so vulnerable, the valley is dreamy
Sleep becomes mania, an elusive illusion
The psyche falls like the Alamo, an undefendable fortress
While I wallow in states... indescribable to you
I merge with the environment so I can escape the truth
The one that constantly haunts me, keeps me from sleeping
Johnny, babe... my trip is horror and terror
At times I fall, into some strange semi-sleep state
But my sick psyche always brings me back
Eyelids like bandages, the flow of thoughts unconnected
Everything seems so unreal but I'm here
Here, sleep, is slowly dying, night after night
I'm finishing a verse written long ago, never read
I take cold steel in my hand and cock it
I pull the trigger and go to eternal rest