Siddharta - Silikon Delta (2002) - Platina (9Th RMX) | Текст песни

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Vem jaz sem bil platina a hotela si kič
jaz sem bil angel a zate hudič
jaz sem bil kralj celotnega sveta
a ti na veneri si doma pa ne znam priti tja
(pa ne znam)

Ostaja njen vonj in v okvirju obris
raztrgane pesmi in zvok
v prazni puščavi še čakam na njih
strah ostaja vem da jih več ne bo

V pesek zdaj rišem besede za njo
in upam v odsev na venero
vse bi dal da bi izvedel zakaj in kako
vse bi dal da pokažem kaj lahko

Vem jaz sem bil platina a hotela si kič
jaz sem bil angel a zate hudič
jaz sem bil kralj celotnega sveta
a ti na veneri si doma pa ne znam priti tja

In spet je večer
spet je nad mano planet
izgubljam vso svojo moč
postajam slep
prisluhi prividi vse se podira
vse se krivi a ne smem
pa vem da lahko
in vem da lahko

Jaz sem bil platina a hotela si kič
jaz sem bil angel a zate hudič
jaz sem bil kralj vsega
a ti na veneri jaz kralj vsega
a ti si na veneri

Saj bil sem že platina a hotela si kič
jaz sem bil angel a zate hudič
jaz sem bil kralj celotnega sveta
a ti na veneri si doma pa ne znam priti tja
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The colors are fading, the sky is fading,
someone lands from the dark,
dressed all in silver, surrounded by lights,
they bring me the news, that you've gone away.
On a piece of paper is her farewell,
A stamp reading "Venus" and "goodbye" inside,
where has my pride gone to,
my efforts my courage,
what is the reason for you to have gone away from here.

Chorus:
I know, I was platinum, but you wanted kitsch,
I was an angel, but a devil for you,
I was the king of all the world,
but on Venus is your home and I cannot get there
(and I cannot)

All that remains is her smell, her outline in a frame,
torn-up poems and sounds,
in an empty waste I'm still waiting for them,
the fear remains and I know that they're never coming back.
Now I draw words for her in the sand,
And I'm hoping for a reflection to Venus
I'd give all just to know why and how,
I'd give all just to show that I can.

Evening comes again,
the Planet's above me again,
all my power is fading,
I'm going blind,
sounds, visions, all is collapsing,
all is becoming distorted, but I can't,
still I know that I can,
and I know that I can.