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2021.12.02.

Perseverance

Only my name
Only my name and a few more things
The things the priest said at the baptismal font
The things written on my ID
Religion, height, nationality
They will be the caption of my life
They are what the funeral home will write
In stone in the world of the greats
But I am betting on the flowers in the dirt
I hope I will be remembered for something else
Lately I have struggled with everything
I can't even remember everything that's happened
Maybe I've wasted years
But I decided I won't put my pen down before the candle dies
For 2 years I was a vagabond until I found a new house to build new bridges
But home is where your heart's at
So home for me is my a4 paper
Everyone I know is basically the same
They are either at some college or at some hospital
Half of them for childbirth, the rest for psychiatric
Grieving around cemeteries
The anxiety you felt for your exams at school
Is only half as bad as when your mom needed medical exams
And everybody is trying to salvage situations
But death is a brother you can not get rid of
And I am anger with fire and water with ice
In my one hand there's a 'nice to meet you' in the other a 'goodbye'
I write the truth on my desk
I write the stories of the weak in yet another book
 
I've thought a lot about what style this record's going to have
Haven't quite found it yet but I am getting there
And if they ask what I am up to, I am cracking on
Fucking hell, I haven't stopped hoping
 
It's not ethical for me to be preaching
I am not some expert who should be dispensing advice
First of all I am trying to be some sort of support for myself
And after that for you, after that for you
I write on the wall 'brother, beware, we're all looking for comfort'
I am wishing you to achieve everything
But first of all you have to love what you already have
 
I have two legs, and two wings
And two more attempts to break them
It's funny how those who overlooked me
Are now the first ones racing to embrace me
They talk about me, they talk to me
And look back to that first day
I swear I don't remember any of them
But I vividly remember that first day
And if you think about it really I am just talking about myself
In all the tracks I write I just talk about myself
But some people see their reflection in my face
And that is the best thing I've ever heard about me
Many tell me they're not at their best
They want to slit their wrists and I have to do something
That's why the thing I do requires love
Because there's days when mistakes are not allowed
I want to speak amicably
We all seek material wealth
Seek new clothes, new cars, new phones, and build defenses between each other
Perhaps that is how we escape
But in the end we go back to the same
As if we have score cards for comparing people
And just like this the things that matter will disappear
And I am ice with fire and water with anger
In my one hand are cinders, in the other stone
I make an airplane out of my piece of paper the way you taught me
Leave it on the balcony and tell it to fly
 
I've thought a lot about what style this record's going to have
Haven't quite found it yet but I am getting there
And if they ask what I am up to, I am cracking on
Fucking hell, I haven't stopped hoping
 
It's not ethical for me to be preaching
I am not some expert who should be dispensing advice
First of all I am trying to be some sort of support for myself
And after that for you, after that for you
I write on the wall 'brother, beware, we're all looking for comfort'
I am wishing you to achieve everything
But first of all you have to love what you already have
 
2018.11.03.

Enough

So my name is Nikola
And after this and that I think
I'm in a position to say it
 
No more coal, not Saturday again
No, I don't like walking around drunk
No more binging, no more bottle
No, I said it's enough enough enough
 
No more coal, not Saturday again
No, I don't like walking around drunk
No more binging, no more bottle
No, I said it's enough enough enough
 
No more moneyless, ending up in stupidities
The pocket is on strike and I definitely don't like it
No more delivery and if you're a student you understand me
The society can go fuck itself
No more heat and no more pasta
No more classes which I've skipped for centuries
The exams fucked me and I miss you
But then again at least I'm not part of DAP
No more clarinets, I'm tired brother
No more biceps and no more v-necks, stop
No more platinum hair and short shirts
You're not confused, you're a bitch
No more political discussions
Im tired of fucking listening of who you're going to vote for
I suggest you die
And instead of putting your vote in the ballot box
Put it in a tombs it can rest
No more nothings and random girls
No more ouzo and no more Bloody Hawk
(Come on relax relax) No come on, he's the shit
 
No more coal, not Saturday again
No, I don't like walking around drunk
No more binging, no more bottle
No, I said it's enough enough enough
 
No more coal, not Saturday again
No, I don't like walking around drunk
No more binging, no more bottle
No, I said it's enough enough enough
 
No more sheep who know the rap from the awards
And don't have a clue about their jobs
No my friend, Im not yo
But I can make a child with your girlfriend
No more people who have an opinion on everything
Who always know everything and everything goes fine for them
I love my friends even if they don't know much
Actually they only know how much the wine costs
No more fucking vomiting
No more mornings where I don't remember anything
No more drinks and no more crashes
Trouf to you Im saying wanker
No more rotting, no more routine
Not another night doing the same thing
I know every hour and minute what I will do the next minute, bad
No more rappers who say so much about me
With big dreams and tongues delete
To whatever they have done because they're selling a front
But once I release a CD they will have it on repeat
 
No more coal, not Saturday again
No, I don't like walking around drunk
No more binging, no more bottle
No, I said it's enough enough enough
 
No more coal, not Saturday again
No, I don't like walking around drunk
No more binging, no more bottle
No, I said it's enough enough enough
 
2018.11.02.

We are getting there

[chorus]
I told you hang on and we are getting there
Days, we are losing our time
I want my city with me
I want them to see how I'm feeling
They shouted that we wouldn't do it
Now my people know it
They say that we won't die (1-2-3, lets go)
I told you hang on and we are getting there
Days, we are losing our time
I want my city with me
I want them to see how I'm feeling
They shouted that we wouldn't do it
Now my people know it
They say that we won't die
 
[verse]
I was reborn from the sunset
I returned 12 cold days and nights to see me and be heard today
I returned 12 years to this winter to leave from the desert
And honestly if you ask, I regretted nothing, this journey was perfect
I have to say a couple 'I love you', sometimes I just forget
But I know not you nor me will live in this brothel forever, that's why
Thanks for the days you supported me so I could continue
I look for the difficult my whole life but the truth is in the simple, come
I don't forget what I write, Falco, the hawk didn't forget me
From the barren days of Walz I wanted for us to dance
From cigarettes and ashes, from the beginning, again
I fell 100 times, can't it fuck itself, another one
We make the same mistakes, the same fears, the same reluctances
We have the same stress, the same shit, the same bills
We have the same passion, the same goals, the same destinations
You're not alone, you have yourself to learn and me to listen to
 
[chorus]
I told you hang on and we are getting there
Days, we are losing our time
I want my city with me
I want them to see how I'm feeling
They shouted that we wouldn't do it
Now my people know it
They say that we won't die (1-2-3, lets go)
I told you hang on and we are getting there
Days, we are losing our time
I want my city with me
I want them to see how I'm feeling
They shouted that we wouldn't do it
Now my people know it
They say that we won't die
I told you hang on and we are getting there
Days, we are losing our time
I want my city with me
I want them to see how I'm feeling
They shouted that we wouldn't do it
Now my people know it
They say that we won't die
 
2018.11.02.

Tiredness

You get up and dress up, no one around
a little blurry from the tiredness
a little small for the night
you grew up without putting to take where you live
so many fairy tales
 
You wake up with the taste of the ouzo you were drinking last night
you wake up with a mouth which is thirsty
you quickly put water to make coffee
you quickly think of all the memories you forgot
 
You count the money which you managed to spend yesterday
today will be a difficult day wanker
that's why its bad when you cut ties completely
you don't have someone in your mind that you can lend from
 
You didn't go to class again yesterday
You owe a lot and they say you act irresponsibly
the girls don't say a lot about you to their friends
maybe they're right and you are for the trash
 
come now
one brain doesn't fit in this body
Another thing written again
One written thing at a time
Come now
I know who is good Nikola
You're hiding from everyone but I know you well
 
Thats what you're afraid of
To be the same wanker from another street
yes
that's what you're afraid of
to be just another guy with craziness
that's what you're afraid of
the others to look foreign and you to be like the others
that's what I'm afraid of
Im afraid to live a life that will end and won't be special
Lets go
 
You get up and dress up, no one around
a little blurry from the tiredness
a little small for the night
you grew up without putting to take where you live
so many fairy tales
 
2018.11.02.

Signore Falco

Im tired of going in circles
if what we wanted happened for a little bit
it would be beautiful, but it would be a dream
and if you got up from your bed it will be painful
i said
Im tired of going in circles
Ill drink another glass
then we will leave
the same today and tomorrow again
the printers working and printing the same page
 
Im tired of going in circles
we are angels swimming in poverty
we will never learn to even take a step
nevertheless I asked you
Shall we dance?
I got tired but it doesn't matter
here I don't care who we make fun of
here in a place of music where they don't respect me
that's why I have a debt to show them that it doesn't show
 
Fuck I'm tired
On my date with loneliness I arrived first by mistake
alone from the depths
it hurt, the mistake, of a romantic orientation that will change somewhere somehow
I swear I love what I write
and its an oxymoron because I write what I hate
I write what we don't have, not to take it
just because it is nice to look at
think about it
 
Love me
Give me a smile and I promise to make my demons a lamp
My muse, give me your eyes so I can continue to make your breath my worlds cover
 
Despite all of that, I fly into the sunset alone, i think it is better
Nothing is following me and I don't have to reach anything
Sometimes I remember that I wanted you
The last cigarette I light, the last two verses I write, the clouds are so dreamy, why should I come to your world
my art is innocent signore falco
 
I love me and hate me like the void in my apparent world, give me a pencil so I can write as much as I can
give me ten nights and a breakfast for every night where i waited to see my sun
Its human, the sadness gets up for the happiness to sit down, in a cyclical motif, I love to fall because one time I know Ill learn to fly
 
I love me and hate me like the void in my apparent world, give me a pencil so I can write as much as I can
give me ten nights and a breakfast for every night where i waited to see my sun
Its human, the sadness gets up for the happiness to sit down, in a cyclical motif, I love to fall because one time I know Ill learn to fly
and I thank you for that
 
I love me and hate me like the void in my apparent world, give me a pencil so I can write as much as I can
give me ten nights and a breakfast for every night where i waited to see my sun
Its human, the sadness gets up for the happiness to sit down, in a cyclical motif, I love to fall because one time I know Ill learn to fly
and I thank you for that
 
Signore Falco
Bloody Hawk
its the deterioration
2015
the hawkish