Текст и перевод песни Suvereno feat. Samo Tomecek - Príbeh Lotosového Kvetu

Príbeh Lotosového Kvetu

Toto je príbeh o lotosovom kvete,
Príbeh o vedomej duchovnej ceste,
Ktorá sa ale občas nezdala príliš vedomá,
Po pravde povedané, ani moc duchovná,
No poďme pekne po poriadku, ako to chodí,
Chlapec narodil sa pod hviezdami, v znamení vody,
Do rodiny slušnej, no slabších pomerov,
Kde bol vychovaný slušne a s kresťanskou vierou,
Na základke býval vzorový žiak a tak,
Vyznamenaný bol nespočetnekrát,
Svoju ctižiadosť využil aj vo futbale,
Tvrdo makal na to, aby presadil svoj talent,
Na strednej škole s príchodom puberty,
Začal byť vzdorovitý, prišli nové podnety,
Síce rebélia bývala v ňom odjakživa,
Ale až teraz sa jej sila naplno prejavila.

Na ceste tŕnistej, z tej vody bahnistej, vyrastá lotosový kvet,
Z minulosti tienistej do budúcnosti neistej, z nižšieho, po vyšší svet.

Obdobie protestu, prinieslo veľa zmien,
Túžba po slobode, rástla každý deň,
Všetky zabehnuté koľaje ho začali srať,
Deficit peňazí spôsobil, že ich chcel mať,
Viac, pouličné biznisy, pofiderné adresy,
Lepšie kontakty a väčšie obraty,
Pod krycím menom René, predával zakázané látky,
Od ktorých bol čistý, chcel iba zisky,
A byť bohatý, ten pocit mu zaslepil oči,
A tak snežilo mu v hlave a ľúbil to roztočiť,
ženské nohy boli pre neho víťazný oblúk,
Iluzórna výhra, zatiaľ čo padol dolu,
Veľa zarobil, aj veľa utratil, v noci extáza, ráno na dne,
Rýchlo pochopil, ako vlastne žil,
Vo chvíli, keď z čista jasna jeho telo na zem padne.

Na ceste tŕnistej, z tej vody bahnistej, vyrastá lotosový kvet,
Z minulosti tienistej do budúcnosti neistej, z nižšieho, po vyšší svet.
Každá skúška význam má, je to tá, čo ti dá silu stáť,
Preto nemusíš sa báť, zostať sám sebou, sám zmysel má.

Nový začiatok sľúbil sám sebe,
Mal pocit, že niekto iný býval v jeho tele,
To obdobie temna často definoval,
Ako potrebu zistiť, čo nepotreboval,
Uvedomenie všetkého prinieslo nový pohľad,
Na vnímanie sveta, v ktorom pred tým on spal,
To precitnutie spôsobilo, že sa zobudil,
A všetky súvislosti náhle spätne pochopil,
Tak ako lotos, musí prejsť bahnom nižšieho sveta,
Aby neskôr zistil, v niečo iné nad ním je tam,
Nad hladinou sú totiž krásy, ktoré nepoznal,
A pre ne svoje korene, vode kalnej odovzdal,
Jeho cesta však nekončí tesne nad vodou,
Tam chce kvitnúť ďalej a obklopovať vôňou,
Svoje okolie, prinášať mu radosť a súcit,
Nech sa ním obohatí každý okolo idúci.

Na ceste tŕnistej, z tej vody bahnistej, vyrastá lotosový kvet,
Z minulosti tienistej do budúcnosti neistej, z nižšieho, po vyšší svet.
Každá skúška význam má, je to tá, čo ti dá silu stáť,
Preto nemusíš sa báť, zostať sám sebou, sám zmysel má.

The Story of the Lotus Flower

This is the story of the lotus flower,
A story of a conscious spiritual journey,
Which sometimes didn't seem very conscious,
Honestly, not very spiritual either,
But let's start from the beginning, as it usually goes,
A boy was born under the stars, in the sign of water,
Into a decent family, but of modest means,
Where he was raised decently and with the Christian faith,
In primary school, he was a model student and so,
He was awarded countless times,
He used his ambition in football as well,
He worked hard to push his talent,
In high school, with the arrival of puberty,
He started to rebel, new impulses came,
Although rebellion had always lived in him,
But it was only now that its strength fully manifested.

On the thorny path, from that muddy water, a lotus flower grows,
From a shady past into an uncertain future, from a lower to a higher world.

A period of protest, brought many changes,
The desire for freedom, grew every day,
All the well-trodden paths started to piss him off,
The shortage of money caused him to want it more,
More, street businesses, dodgy addresses,
Better contacts and bigger sales,
Under the pseudonym René, he sold illegal substances,
From which he was clean, he only wanted the profits,
And to be rich, this feeling blinded his eyes,
And so it snowed in his head and he loved to do it in circles,
Women's legs were a triumphal arch for him,
An illusory victory, while he fell down,
He earned a lot, and spent a lot, ecstasy at night, at the bottom in the morning,
He quickly understood how he had actually been living,
At the moment when out of the blue his body falls to the ground.

On the thorny path, from that muddy water, a lotus flower grows,
From a shady past into an uncertain future, from a lower to a higher world.
Every test has a meaning, it is what gives you the strength to stand up,
Therefore, you don't have to be afraid to be yourself, to be yourself makes sense.

A new beginning, he promised himself,
He had a feeling that someone else had been living in his body,
That period of darkness he often defined,
As a need to find out what he didn't need,
The realization of everything brought a new perspective,
On the perception of the world, in which he had previously slept,
That awakening caused him to wake up,
And all the connections suddenly made sense,
Just like the lotus, he had to pass through the mud of the lower world,
To find out later that something else was above it,
Above the water's surface are beauties he didn't know,
And for them his roots, to the muddy water he gave,
However, his journey does not end just above the water,
There he wants to bloom further and surround himself with fragrance,
His surroundings, to bring him joy and compassion,
May everyone who passes by be enriched by him.

On the thorny path, from that muddy water, a lotus flower grows,
From a shady past into an uncertain future, from a lower to a higher world.
Every test has a meaning, it is what gives you the strength to stand up,
Therefore, you don't have to be afraid to be yourself, to be yourself makes sense.