Myslovitz — Art Brut song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Art Brut" by Myslovitz.
Lyrics
To do ludzi jest krzyk,
Delikatny tak.
To wolanie bez solw,
Chcesz uslyszec — patrz.
Radosc tworzy te mysl,
Rzezbi tak jak chce.
Zwalcza lek,
Granic mniej.
Wykluczony bez wad
Ktore mozna miec
Zachwyt dziecka to stan
Dla nich wiem, to sen
Tak bardzo inny,
A pewnie ten sam,
To moze jest tlem,
Jest gdzies tam.
Ktory z nich to jest,
Ten prawdziwy swiat.
Moj, Twoj, jej, albo wasz
Pewnie ich
Jego tez
Wiec chyba nasz.
I naiwni jak nikt
Zaden dZwiek czy szept
No i szczery ten gest,
Spontaniczny tez.
Jakby na przekor tym
Doskonale pieknym, znam
Tym, co sa,
Co w alejach gwiazd.
Ktory z nich to jest,
Ten prawdziwy swiat
Moj, Twoj, jej, wasz
Ich,
Jego tez,
Wiec chyba nasz.
Ktory z nich
To jest ten
Trafny punkt
Widac zal.
Jeszcze cos
Oprocz nas
z obu stron
Dzieje sie.
Kolorowy z drewna, ludzi tlum
malych kobiet, panow stu
muchomorow, sanek liczb
przytulaja sie, to nic.
Kalendarze, cyfry, pelno dat
autoportret, siedem pan,
w okularach siwych dam
dziwnych zwierzat, mnogosc klat
pod sukniami patrza na swietosc, aniol, byki, twarz
oryginalna wiecznosc ma przytulaja sie, przytulaja sie, przytulaja sie.
Lyrics translation
It's up to people to shout,
Gentle yes.
It's a no-solw preference,
You want to hear — Look.
Joy creates these thoughts,
He sculpts as he wants.
Fights the drug,
The borders are less.
Ruled out without flaws
Which you can have
A child's delight is a state
For them, I know, it's a dream.
So different,
Probably the same one.,
Maybe that's the background.,
He's out there somewhere.
Which one is it?,
The real world.
Mine, yours, hers or yours
Probably them.
His, too.
So I guess it's ours.
And naive as no one
No sound or whisper
And the honest gesture,
Spontaneous, too.
In spite of this
Perfectly beautiful, I know
What they are,
What about the avenue of the stars?
Which one is it?,
The real world
My, yours, hers, yours
Their,
His, too.,
So I guess it's ours.
Which one of them?
This is the one
References
See also
One more thing
Except for us
on both sides
It's happening.
Colorful with Wood, people crowd
Little Women, Masters of the hundred
muchomorov, a sledge of numbers
they're hugging, it's nothing.
Calendars, numbers, full dates
self-portrait, seven pan,
the grey ladies ' glasses
strange animals, multiple cages
under their dresses they look at the saint, the Angel, the Bulls, the face
the original eternity has cuddles, cuddles, cuddles.