Siddharta — Naiven ples song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Naiven ples" by Siddharta.
Lyrics
Kadar srce boli britve reejo,
Vratove do krvi trupla padajo,
A na koncu spere de vse poraene,
Prepih v ilah le,
Stre ljudi in umae pesti.
Ta naiven zadn ples,
Ne bo nam dal peres,
Le grozljive slike pred ime,
In nazaj korakov ni le kraj,
Koder tema je kraljica saj.
Trpljenje pije znoj in solzi oi,
Teko je bit heroj iz objestnosti,
Ni treba lice gret in ret vseh teh tablet,
V glavi sproi plaz in za zmeraj ustavi nam as.
Zdaj umira na deju,
Nikogar ni nikjer,
Zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,
In krvavo bo meso,
Spomin ohranjalo,
Na jesen komu bo dih ustavilo.
Ta naiven zadn ples,
Ne bo nam dal peres,
Le grozljive slike pred ime,
In nazaj korakov ni le kraj,
Koder tema je kraljica saj.
Zdaj umira na deju,
Nikogar ni nikjer,
Zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,
In krvavo bo meso,
Spomin ohranjalo,
Na jesen ko mu je dih ustavilo.
Zdaj umira na deju,
Nikogar ni nikjer,
Zdaj je sam in zanj ostaja le nemir,
In krvavo bo meso,
Spomin ohranjalo,
Na jesen ko mu je dih ustavilo.
Lyrics translation
When the heart hurts razor blades Ree,
Throats fall to the blood of a corpse,
But at the end of the rinse cycle,
The air in le,
It crushes people and umae fists.
This naive last dance,
He won't give us feathers.,
Only scary images before name,
And backward steps isn't just a place,
Where darkness is Queen soot.
Suffering drinks sweat and tears,
It's like being a hero out of spite,
You don't have to face Greta and ret all those pills,
There's an avalanche in your head, and it stops us forever.
Now he's dying on the dejo.,
There's nobody around,
He's alone now, and there's nothing left for him but unrest.,
And there will be blood flesh,
Keep Memory,
In the fall, someone will stop breathing.
This naive last dance,
He won't give us feathers.,
Only scary images before name,
And backward steps isn't just a place,
Where darkness is Queen soot.
Now he's dying on the dejo.,
There's nobody around,
He's alone now, and there's nothing left for him but unrest.,
And there will be blood flesh,
Keep Memory,
In the fall when his breath stopped.
Now he's dying on the dejo.,
There's nobody around,
He's alone now, and there's nothing left for him but unrest.,
And there will be blood flesh,
Keep Memory,
In the fall when his breath stopped.