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T​ě​hotná Žena

from St. Tropez by Esazlesa

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Slyšíš to taky, všude po celou dobu
Potichu odchází, brání se bolesti
Skutečný smysl, uniknul ti mezi prsty, když držels ho za pačesy
Zestárnul a zvodnatěl čas
V zatnutých pěstích si ho rozdrtil v prach
To je asi život, že ztrácíš místa chvíle a lidi
Upozrňuju, že nemůžu se spokojit s nátlakem
A můj svět je v přetlaku, plný neusmířených pocitů a účtů
Proč, řekni mi co je zlo, vždyť nebylo to tak hrozný,
Já jsem se zas tak moc nebál, olizoval jsem ostří ale vůbec jsem nevykrvácel
O úspěch mi jde jenom v životě, od kterýho utíkám
Je to dost reálný a hodně zamotaný a ztracený.

Křesal jsem, až vzniknul požár
Ale tys ho začal hasit
A hasím i já tebe.

Musí být nějaká cesta, jak udržet ten plamen
Nakrmit tu mrchu smutkem, chlastem, drogama, láskama a deskami.

Tys byl jinej živel, tys trhal přehrady
A já pálil domy.

A to znamená, že každej chce mít moc.

Prosím, řekni že jsi blbec
Už si myslíš, že skutečně žiješ
Jsme jen otroci, vzpomínáš
A pivo zase došlo.

*Pregnant Lady.

Can you hear it too? Everywhere, all the time
Iit's slowly leaving, resisting the pain
The real meaning escaped through your fingers when you held its hair
The time has grown old and has saturated
You crushed it in clanched fists to the dust
Well, that's life that you lose places, moments and the people
I warn you, that I can't be content with the pressure
And my world's in overpressure, full of unforgiven feelings and bills
Why? Tell me what the evil is, it was not too bad after all
I wasn't afraid too much, I was licking the blade but I didn't bleed to death at all
I'm chasing the succes only in the life I'm running away from
It's pretty real and really complicated and lost.

I was striking, until I set the fire
But you've started to put it out
And I'm also putting you out.

There must be some way, how to keep this flame
Feed that bitch with sorrow, booze, drugs, loves and records.

You were another element, you were blasting the dams
And I was burning the houses
And that means, that everyone wants to have much.

Please, say that you are an idiot
Do you think that you are alive yet?
Do you remember? We are just slaves
And the beer has gone again.

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from St. Tropez, released July 26, 2013

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