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Kafka. - Les Pèlerins
02:46
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Ce serait bien d'être quelqu'un d'autre
mais ne serait-ce pas le même être?
Toujours le mien, toujours la bataille
cherchant toujours qui je devrais devenir
Mais c'est toujours moi,
toujours dans ma peau
Mais c'est toujours moi,
toujours sans endroit où rester
Nous sommes les pèlerins
Cercando sempre la luce!
Oh comme c'est fascinant
de ne rien pouvoir prédire
Oh comme c'est consolant
que tout puisse arriver
Nous sommes les pèlerins
cherchant toujours la lumière!
Vainement j'attends le jour
où je serai clair sur moi-même
Nous recherchons une terre promise.
(translation) pilgrims
It would be nice to be someone else
but wouldn't it be the same being?
always mine and always my battle
always looking for who should I become
but it's always me, always in my skin
but it's always me, still with no place to stay
we are all pilgrims
constantly searching the light
oh how it is fascinating that nothing can be predicted
oh how it is consoling that we can expect everything
we are all pilgrims
always searching the light
I'm waiting for the day
when I'll be clear about myself
We are looking for a promised land.
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J´en ai marre de toujours m'observer
Obsedé puis isolé avec le vide dans mon âme
Il faut surtout connaître l´histoire de la vie
d´un autre soi-même de loin et de près
J'ai toujours été un peu sourd et muet jusqu'à présent
La pensée passe parfois à côté de l'essentiel
Si je ne suis pas responsable de moi-même
qui est responsable de moi? (Ca doit être moi)
Mais si je ne suis responsable que de moi-même
suis-je toujours moi-même, un humain?
Chacun d'entre nous a le droit d'être entendu
Personne n'est la mesure des choses,
et pourtant chacun est petit dieu
dans un humble sanctuaire
Raconte-moi ton histoire,
pas seulement un fragment,
le temps existe pour nous après tout
Parle-moi de l'endroit lointain
d'où tu viens et emmene-moi là.
(translation) each of us
I'm tired of constant self reflection
obsessed and isolated with emptiness in my soul
Firstly one must know the history of life
of the others coming from far and near
I have always been a bit deaf and dumb so far
Sometimes our thoughts just miss the point
If I'm not responsible for myself
then who is responsible for me?
But if I'm responsible only for myself
am I still myself, a real human being?
Each of us has the right to be heard
Nobody is the measure of things, and yet everyone is a little god
in a humble sanctuary
Tell me your story and not only a fragment – time exists for us after all
Tell me about the place where you come from and take me there.
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Junior Leagues - Ночь
04:02
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Скованные цепями
Тревоги и тоски
Мы сделались камнями
Отсчитывая дни
Мы ждали слишком долго
Не зная сами что
Мы прокляли свободу
За горести ее.
Но Страх не поможет
Собрать в себе силы
Свет режет глаза
Ты бежишь от стыда
От неоновых улиц
Туманных проспектов
Холодных пейзажей
Бежишь от себя
От света что режет глаза.
Ведь страх это ночь
Холодная тень
Что отдых даёт
Для тех кто весь день
Бежит от людей
От правды бежит
Закрывши глаза
Покой сторожит.
В ночь, где блики чувств
Где копии фраз
Где все не всерьез
И нет больше нас.
Где любовь это ложь
А дважды два пять
И где мы друг друга
Не можем понять.
(translation) night
Chained by anxiety
And dark melancholia
We’ve become stones
Counting down the days
We’ve been waiting way too long
Not even knowing what for
We’ve cursed freedom
For its hardships.
But fear won’t help
Gather your strength
Light hurts your eyes
You’re running from shame
Running from neon streets
Wide misty avenues
And cold landscapes
Running away from yourself
From the light
That hurts your eyes.
Because fear is the night
A cold shadow that gives rest
To those who are tired of
Running from people
Running from the truth
To those who protect peace
By closing their eyes.
They’ve found shelter at night
Where blurred feelings
And copies of words are
Where nothing is sincere
And where no more us
Where love is a lie
And two plus two five
Where we’ve lost the ability
To understand each other.
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Что видел вместо любви
Уставшей матери сын?
Отца он не видел живым
И рос ненужным родным
О любви ему можно было
только мечтать.
И в отсутствие поддержки
Искать от других одобрения
Говорить чужими словами
Повторять за кем-то движения.
Повторять до полной потери себя.
А потом усвоить жестокий урок
Любовь это ложь, засохший цветок
Спокойные сны снятся другим
Таким суждено оставаться одним
И каждую ночь смотреть
Один и тот же сон
Со скрипом на зубах
Где маска на лице
Отверженности страх.
(translation) lovelessness
What has exhausted mother’s son
Seen instead of love?
He hasn’t seen his father alive
And grew up being neglected by relatives
He could just dream
About love he’d never had.
And for lack of support
Seek for approval
Use someone’s words
Mirror gestures and moves.
Repeat after someone
until losing himself.
And then he would learn a harsh lesson
Love is a lie, dried rotten flower
Peaceful dreams come to others
People like him are doomed to be alone
Doomed to see the same dream
Grinding their teeth every night
Dream about wearing the mask
The mask called fear of rejection.
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Are you telling me not to be worried?
Worry about this direction?
Imperfection to toleration
This! Is our meditation
I don’t feel so well
I don’t feel so alive
I don’t really care, I don’t even care
What do you say? What do you say?
I don’t ever care & I don’t really care
See yourself! Please take a mirror
Look into the mirror
What do you see? What do you see?
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Darkness falls, striking kids
Fighting toward an awful reason!
Humid and heat, rotting in Hell
Defeat by the authorities that are full of shit
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TDOAFS - Altered Forever
01:54
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They’re year like that you realise the importance of things
You relativize
That you realise that life is so fragile
That it can be altered forever
That you can end it without anyone expecting it
Your children, your friends,
The people for whom you were important
There are years that make you realize
That we waste too much time in useless
And rarely take the time to say I love you
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When everything has been done
And everything has been said
How can a punk band change things?
We all had hopes
We all had beliefs
But we were only kids with guitars
But we were only kids with dreams
Still are
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TDOAFS - Fine Is Awful
02:28
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How long will we keep these blinkers?
Keeping following this line and never asking why
Running to the wall
Living our lives and
Hurting our world and hurting ourselves
Running till it’s too late
Running fucking backwards
With a little help from the doctor, everything will be fine
But fine is awful
Fine means think about your comfort today and forget about tomorrow
How bad will be tomorrow for our kids?
I hope they’ll reach that light
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