Текст и перевод песни Tourist LeMC feat. Katastroof, Yello & Seno - Triestige Plant

Triestige Plant

Wöroem zoe depressief gast? ik weet et ni
Soems kiêr ek noh binnen en blijf ek erin
Verlies ek mezelf in introspectie
Misschien wil 'k gewoên ni' vinde wa te vinden is
En aanvaard m'neige ni - dilemma
Want de wereld rondom mij aanvaard ik oêk ni
Ik rap oep zóek nor begrip
Want ik wil ni alliên
Soems em ek schrik
Al zit ek oep café gezellig
Wör ekik melancholiek
Ik kap gin pintshes mor mizeren in
Verdrink in wanoêp
Wör ek agressief, komd deruit
Is 't ni oep papier dan is 't te laat

Twiêëntwintig jaar nae, diplom oep zak
Hulpverliêner...
Wa' gon ik hulp verliêne
As ek zelf hulp noêdig eb?
Gin therapiesessies zou gin slecht idee zen
Mor da's vör later misschin
Zoelang de lemc en 't publiek der is
Blijf ik den lemc tourist
Trotseer ek die brokken in m'n keel
Rap die stiênen öt m'n maag
Er is plöts vör ne saendwish toch
En part-time is een aender zorg
Te lui oem na te denken
Ik kruip liever oep 't gemak en laat een boem los
Aha, zedde gij al on 't fixen of wa?

Ik kan ni slapen ik lig al meh ne kater
Mor ik em van da' goh kome giêne schrik
Want alkool is mor zjust gelak as water
Vör nen tristige plaent gelak as 'kik

Ik verzet miêr vocht dan ne gemiddelde gieter
Da's 't logisch gevolg van 't zuipe en meh' zjupkes alve liter
Geniete mor ik overdreef oep bepaalde momente
Ik zoop en kroop miêr lak gemiddelde studente

'K zag m'nen ouwe bezig en ik zou ni etzelfden eindige
Diê ziêver in pakskes mag mij echt ni blijve pijnige
'K zag mij verdwijne wegkwijnen in een fataal verslaving
Logisch gevolg van een veel te marginaal beschaving

De laving van den dörst gebeurd nae meh eige flow
Talent da in m'ne kop zit m'ne schoênste kado
Eej veel te veel promillen eindeloês gelak een file
'S nachs van de baan geramd deur ne zatlap oep wa pille

'K wil et ni weten oeveel kapotte familles deur den draenk
Diê staenk vör daenk nee bedaenkt ik wil beeld meh' veel klaenk
M'n maten overdrijve blijven en slikken en pikke
Da na veel wegen en wikke ligd te prikken en alkool ni klikke

Bierbuike dikke levers kan mij echt ni schille
Mor accidenten in 't verkiêr deur droenke kan ek zwaar tillen
Allee et is gezee tusse pot en pint na dezen hint
Zie ni te diep in 't glas of gij verdrinkt

(Refrein)

Triestige Plant

Why are you so depressed, girl? I don't know
Sometimes, I retreat into myself and stay there
I lose myself in introspection
Maybe I just don't want to find what there is to find
And I don't accept myself - my dilemma
Because I don't accept the world around me either
I rap in search of understanding
Because I do not want to be alone
Sometimes, I'm afraid
Even when I'm sitting in a cozy cafe
I become melancholy
I don't order pints, but I do order misery
I drown in despair
I become aggressive, it comes out
If it's not on paper, then it's too late

Twenty-two years later, with a diploma in hand
Social worker...
What am I going to help, other people
When I need help myself?
Therapy sessions would be not bad idea
But that's for later, maybe
As long as the lemc and the public are there
I will remain the tourist lemc
I defy the lumps in my throat
I rap the stones out of my stomach
There's suddenly bread for a sandwich, right?
And part-time is another worry
I'm too lazy to think
I'd rather crawl into my comfort zone and let out a fart
Aha, you say, are you already fixing it or what?

I can't sleep, I'm already lying down with a hangover
But I'm not scared of what's to come
Because alcohol is just like water
For a sad plant like me

I absorb more liquid than an average watering can
That's the logical consequence of drinking and smoking with half a liter
It was fun, but I exaggerated it at certain moments
I drank and crawled more like the average student

I saw my old man doing this and I would not end up the same
That drunkard in suits should really stop torturing me
I saw myself disappear, waste away in a fatal addiction
Logical consequence of a civilization too marginal

Quenching my thirst happens now through my own flow
The talent that's in my head, my most beautiful gift
You drank way too much, endless like a traffic jam
Driven off the road at night by a drunkard on some pill

I don't want to know how many families are broken by drinking
Drinking for gratitude, no thank you, I want image with lots of sound
My friends exaggerate, they keep drinking and swallowing and swallowing
That will lead them down many roads and thoughts, to an itch that alcohol can't scratch

Beer bellies, fatty livers, that doesn't really scare me
But accidents in traffic because of drunkards, that I can hardly bear
Well, this is said between the pot and the pint after this hint
Don't look too deep into the glass or you'll drown

(Chorus)