Showbread — Naked Lunch tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Naked Lunch", wykonawca: Showbread.
Tekst piosenki
I want to throw up, but for now I hold back
I can’t express just how I’m feeling, its true
You want to grow up, but there’s a problem with that
There’s no where to go for someone who’s as stunted as you
Its true that I’m disgusted with myself as well
My tongue can not be tamed
It’s on a fire straight from hell
I eat the dirt you kick up, and flaw the chord that resonates
A gentle word I can not find a way to enunciate
You make me, you make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
Still your voice, pump your stomach
Set the garbage free
Oh I know you don’t get drunk
You just drink socially
Your reasons are all invalids, they can’t stand up And when you talk I hear the brain cells die
So keep your mouth shut
I didn’t wake up to find myself as a bug
I’ve been one for much longer than I care to recall
I’m not a junkie lost in interzone or under the rug
I just eat the bug powder then I climb up the wall
You make me, you make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
You make me, you make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick,
You make me, you make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Chcę zwymiotować, ale na razie wstrzymuję się
Nie mogę wyrazić tego, co czuję, to prawda.
Chcesz dorosnąć, ale jest z tym problem.
Nie ma dokąd pójść dla kogoś, kto jest tak oszołomiony jak ty.
To prawda, że też jestem sobą zniesmaczony.
Mój język nie może być oswojony
"It' s on a fire straight from hell"
I eat the dirt you kick up, and wave the chord that resonates
A gentle word I can ' t find a way to enunciate
You make me, you make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick I get sickered every day
Still your voice, pump your stomach
Set the garbage free
Wiem, że się nie upijasz.
Pijesz tylko towarzysko.
Twoje powody to inwalidzi, nie mogą wstać, a kiedy mówisz, słyszę, że komórki mózgowe umierają.
Więc trzymaj gębę na kłódkę.
Nie obudziłem się, żeby być robakiem.
Jestem nim od dłuższego czasu, niż sobie przypominam.
Nie jestem ćpunem zagubionym w interstrefie ani pod dywanem.
Jem tylko proszek na robaki, a potem wspinam się po ścianie.
You make me, you make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick I get sickered every day
You make me, you make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick,
You make me, you make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me Sick, sick, sick I get sickered every day
Sick, sick, sick I get sickered every day