Текст и перевод песни YoungQueenz - I.H.S.V (In Hoc Signo Vinces) - Remix

I.H.S.V (In Hoc Signo Vinces) - Remix

我坐立天台 俯視靈魂移動 遷徙
中有煎熬 痛 一厥不震 失敗
係沈倫中有死神擺出敲門姿勢
但人生每一秒都抵抗死亡 你會擺出乜野姿態
愈係 survival the fittest, we fight on
係戰場 愈發覺 難 find god
放棄係種藥癮 會發作
人生教你要面對問題 卻令你背向左答案
The war's on, Cold
總難免眾叛親離 神離開係暫時 人離開卻遠離我地
So fuck em', cause we unique
似真理永遠掌握係少數
遭白眼亦無需再用言語 I hold heat
熾熱嘅鋼鐵 令人眼白再長眠
My whole squad on real shit
我將藍圖掛牆前 我將快難逃長辭
生存滿戰火 將口上煙卷灼熱

I.H.S.V, hold what you believe in
燃燒鬥志放上葉草再pass it
生存爲數字, 字母, 折衷先叫做- "人", 的話
咁請你當我係個孽種
Bastard
I.H.S.V, hold what you believe in
燃燒鬥志放上葉草再pass it
生存爲數字, 字母, 折衷先叫- "做人", 的話
咁請你當我係個孽種
Bastard

呢個係凌亂有序嘅世界 平衡靠拿捏
全世界想壓碎我嘅夢 我壓碎麻葉
Mobbing with my pirates, Wildness mentality
幾多滿腔熱血就有幾多寒意
要做大人物 嘅可以繼續力爭上游 理想嘅上流 係件內有武器嘅皮褸
由邊個披上 又輪到邊個服下砒霜
我只係希望仲有食物當我打開冰箱
We hustle hard 係你嗤之以鼻嘅信心
當魔鬼吞噬可吞吃人 懦夫喪生係6 feet deep
我地卻永垂不朽 碰杯 盛宴
話做自己嘅太多 但根本未知自知 Who they are
Or what's that mean 生活愈係安逸只會令人愈邁落危險
So stay radical, fuck the past
Let it go 反正所有人會死
同樣姿勢埋葬園墓 O lord...

I.H.S.V (In Hoc Signo Vinces) - Remix

I sit on the rooftop and watch the souls move, migrate,
There is agony, pain, no trembling, failure,
It's like death has come to call in the midst of the chaos,
But with every second of life, you fight against death, what stance will you take?
The more it's survival of the fittest, we fight on,
On the battlefield, it's becoming increasingly difficult to find god,
Giving up is an addiction, it will strike,
Life teaches you to face problems, but makes you turn away from the answers,
The war's on, Cold,
It's inevitable that we will be betrayed, God has left for now, but people have left us forever,
So fuck them, because we are unique,
Like the truth, it is always in the hands of the few,
Though I'm met with scorn, I don't need words, I hold heat,
Smoldering steel, making your eyes grow wide,
My whole squad on real shit,
I hang the blueprints on the wall, I will soon leave quickly and never return,
Life is full of war, as I burn the cigarette in my mouth,

I.H.S.V, hold what you believe in,
Light the incense, and pass it,
Survival for numbers, letters, compromise is what makes a "person", you say,
Then please consider me a bastard,
Bastard,
I.H.S.V, hold what you believe in,
Light the incense, and pass it,
Survival for numbers, letters, compromise is what makes a "person", you say,
Then please consider me a bastard,
Bastard

This is a world of chaotic order, balance in the grip,
The world wants to crush my dreams, I crush the hemp,
Mobbing with my pirates, Wildness mentality,
As much passion as there is, there is just as much coldness,
Those who want to be big shots can continue to strive, the ideal elite, is a leather jacket with a weapon inside,
Who will wear it, and who will drink the hemlock?
I just hope there is still food when I open the fridge,
We hustle hard, it's your confidence that you scoff at,
When the devil devours those he can consume, cowards die 6 feet deep,
But we are immortal, raise a glass, a feast,
There are too many who talk about being themselves, but have no idea who they are,
Or what that means, the more comfortable life is, the more it leads to danger,
So stay radical, fuck the past,
Let it go, because everyone dies anyway,
Buried in the same position in the graveyard, O lord...