Himalayan Project — Firewithin (Intro) tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Firewithin (Intro)", wykonawca: Himalayan Project.
Tekst piosenki
It’s a long road
Staring at me Can’t breathe
Can’t see
Lord won’t you save me, Lord
This is the fire within like when the Harlem Choir sings
Amidst the leviathan, the science of this Nair prince
Since he died for my sins and I aint Christian
Been constantly considering the concept of heaven
Through rhythms reminiscent of distant drums that bring hums
Brought 'Wince at the Sun’while a sepia hued moon hid
This is solace music for the deeply wounded
Who live in a vaccum, my rhymes is a broomstick
To, match that pullm had to master cool
Transformed to a December like Alaskan mood
Through the summer, winter, fall, spring, spit sleet mang
So when you drop degrees to where my tears should freeze pain
I rock Bermuda shorts, only complaining 'bout a heat wave
Catch me on Ebay selling Rodney King’s beat tape
Just to reincite folks you consistently shit on This is food for thought for starving artists to binge on It’s a long road
Staring at me Can’t breathe
Can’t see
Lord won’t you save me, Lord
Let the fires begin, the rappers and liars pretend
Inspired to bring, the styles that make the town crier begin to sing
The figure within the dream
I take wings, glue? em and face the sun
If I lose, at least I can say that I embraced the drum
Set my rhythm and changed for none
We independent since the days of pause mixed tapes
And fifty dollar karaoke boxes (yeah!)
Pompous to some cause I compromise to none
Take it or leave it come on Rainman the truth
Lock stock and two, smoking guns with the focus of one
Beautiful mind, cerebellum soaked in rum
So we could ignite the beat before motherfuckers could burn the track
Learn the facts, or get drunk off the worm you drank
You got a couple years left
And then they throwing Chee in an internment camp
It’s a long road
Staring at me Can’t breathe
Can’t see
Lord won’t you save me, Lord
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
It ' s A long road
"Staring at me Can 't breathe"
Can ' t see
Lord won ' t you save me, Lord
This is the fire within like when the Harlem Choir sings
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Odkąd umarł za moje grzechy, a ja nie jestem chrześcijaninem.
Ciągle rozważam koncepcję nieba.
Poprzez rytmy przypominające odległe bębny, które przynoszą humory
Bringed 'Wince at the Sun' while a sepia hued moon hid
To jest solace music for the deeply wounded
"Who live in a vaccum, my rhymes is a broomstick"
To, match that pullm had to master cool
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Through the summer, winter, fall, spring, spit sleet mang
So when you drop degrees to where my tears should freeze pain
I rock Bermudy shorts, only complain 'bout a heat wave
Złap mnie na eBayu sprzedając beat tape Rodneya Kinga
Tylko po to, by reincite ludzi konsekwentnie srasz to jest jedzenie dla myśli dla głodujących artystów binge on It ' s A long road
"Staring at me Can 't breathe"
Can ' t see
Lord won ' t you save me, Lord
Let the fire begin, the rappers and liars pretend
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The figure within The dream
Biorę skrzydła, klej? em and face the sun
Jeśli przegram, przynajmniej mogę powiedzieć, że obejmowałem Bęben.
Set my rhythm and changed for none
We independent since the days of pause mixed tapes
I 50-dolarowe pudła karaoke (yeah!)
Napuszony na jakąś sprawę, nie pójdę na kompromis.
"Take it or leave it come on Rainman The truth"
Kolba zamka i dwa, dymiące pistolety z naciskiem jednego
Piękny umysł, móżdżek przesiąknięty rumem
Więc możemy rozpalić rytm zanim skurwysyny spalą Tor
Naucz się faktów, albo upij się z robaka, który wypiłeś.
Zostało Ci kilka lat.
A potem wrzucili Chee do obozu dla internowanych.
It ' s A long road
"Staring at me Can 't breathe"
Can ' t see
Lord won ' t you save me, Lord