Medium - Aromantycznie

Tłumaczenie:

Imagine a club like in Chicago
Black and white picture, and white light
Nat King Cole on a radio, black like caviar
That smoke is a cigar, accompanying the lamps
Floating up like ghosts of time, creates the vibe
Flies up the walls towards ceiling.
Wooden floors, tables round like vinyl
Occupied chairs, in between and couple more
Now the stage, it has its classic set
Black curtain, microphone and a piano
It's a different era, where poet lived in poems,
And poem didn't live in texts where poet spilled some ink
Bar, mirrors, whiskey on shelves,
Shelves made of glass, on them not one bottle
One broke, look, label has its screen
And production year, welcome to 48th'
I pick the seat in the corner, I like the nineties,
dude after his 60ies drinks a fifty (50ml shot)
I take a 25, I don't need more
troubles, in one gulp that glass of fears
I winced like a wave, wave of sound
And seat in rain of hertzs of invisible rush
Speaker walks on the scene, announces a holiday,
Trumpeter married a woman. Title? Loyalty...

I put on a coat and go, I change the vision
Sett paving, forgotten marketplace
Aromantically it smells, this whole picture, I know,
I prefer it's sediment than carcass altar of hyenas
Picture faded, rust is visible in corners,
Ladies in chariots, men on horses, butler
runs for a newspaper in exchange for priceless s'il vous plais,
Paris, evening, long weekend, am I dreaming?
"Monsieur", shouted the waiter, with mustache, in beret, blue like an air, the order.
He takes the menu, leaves a brew of lilac's leaves,
A note, map of words, Paris, mon amour
Antenna does it's job, piece of art,
By pier merchants set up their stands
On a way to revolution, they prepare bunkers
Hide in them, and I will change the pictures..


I don't have papers for rap, rap on paper
I don't have patents for time, but for myself
You want a handful of my talents, I'll give them, keep them, go
And now bury them in your imagination...

I don't have papers for rap, rap on paper
I don't have patents for time, but for myself
You want a handful of my talents, I'll give them, keep them, go
And now bury them in your imagination...