J.M.K.E. — Keemia song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Keemia" by J.M.K.E..
Lyrics
Ma ei tea, mis on lahti minuga,
et ma elan ühes korteris narkomaaniga.
Ühes toas, ühes voodis magame me temaga.
Ta on läbinisti keemiline vend,
ta joob surrogaate ja süstib veeni end.
Ja ma tean, tema päevad mööduvad kui linnulend.
Siis, kui on lumi maas,
valdab meid ekstaas.
Ihusse kui gaas tungib
keemia.
Keemia.
Beeob.
Ma olen rõõmus, ma ei hakka pragama,
kui ta keset armurõõmu jääb mu otsa magama,
sest ma tean, selles süüdi on kõigest keemia.
Minu elukaaslane on keemiline vend.
Väikeste tablettidega hellitab ta end.
Ja ma ka tarbin keemiat koos temaga.
Ja ka juulikuus me korteris on lumi maas.
Peoga näkku hõõrun sooja lund.
See on ääretu, otsatu, lõputu ekstaas.
Ma ei tea kas olen ärkvel või näen und.
Nii poiss, nüüd aitab,
kaua sa mängid meie närvidel,
su ema on läinud muretsemisest kärna,
poeg näeb välja nagu mõni kaltsakas raisk,
võta see haaknõel ära kõrvast,
pane parukas pähe ja tagi sinna kus on nagi,
sellega on lõpp nüüd, paneme punkti.
Õige paps, paneme punkti.
Lyrics translation
I don't know what's wrong with me,
that I live in an apartment with a drug addict.
In one room, in one bed, we sleep with him.
He's a thoroughly dry brother.,
he drinks surrogates and injects himself into a vein.
And I know his days will pass as a bird's-eye.
When there is snow on the ground,
we are possessed by Rapture.
Into the body when gas penetrates
chemistry.
Chemistry.
Bees the.
I'm glad I'm not going to crack,
when she falls asleep on me in the midst of the joy of love,
because I know it's just chemistry.
My partner is a chemical brother.
With little pills, he pampers himself.
And I also consume chemistry with him.
And there's snow on the ground in our apartment in July.
I rub warm snow in my face with a party.
It's an overwhelming, unending, endless ecstasy.
I don't know if I'm awake or dreaming.
So, Boy, that's it.,
how long you play on our nerves,
your mother's gone from being worried to being scabby.,
son looks like some ragged son of a bitch.,
get that safety pin out of your ear.,
put the wig on and tag where the rack is,
it's over now, let's make a point.
Right, Dad, let's make a point.