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Description
Mixing/mastering: Chrypa
Video production: Distort Media
Screenplay and direction: Adrian Cava, Kacper HTA
Cinematographer: Adrian Cava
Editing: Adrian Cava
Assistant director: Starku, Michal Dedyk
Technical Assistance: Susie Lathan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Znam się na ludziach.
Mam ubaw, ale nie na klubach, traceniem czasu przy pigułach, przy dupach co liczą utarg.
Tańczą w pobudach, jakby to nie wiem, miało jakąś przyszłość. Jak herbata z życia to nie Lipton.
Wszystko zmienia twoją rzeczywistość. Jeśli pasja to tylko hip hop yo.
Lepiej mi życie solo. Ej, nie wiem, czy ten drink jest z colą.
Zero czasu, by pracować nad sobą. Do czego chcesz dojść? Weź powiedz to ziomom.
Czyny zamieniam w słowo. Rymy zamieniam w pogo. Tryby w osi są po to, żeby tu być poza stałą kontrolą.
Neony miasta, zwinięte słomki. W każdej kieszeni jak ekwipunek.
Są trochę koki, ale bez kolki. Ich ludzkie zwłoki chodzą przez rynek.
Nie słychać śpiewu syren, chyba że dźwięki syren. To nie są miejsca, które wybierasz na spacer z żoną i synem.
Jak wodni zostawiam to z dymem. Zawijam się z moim drogo.
A że jest Argentynem, to nieustępliwie idziemy po złoto, platynę, diamenty, a dla ciebie kryształ.
Miasto na mantrze jak Hare Krishna. Dawno odbiłem i mam swoją przystań.
Mówię to widzisz tu z bliska.
I'm in the shadows when it's dark and it's cold.
This life ain't what it might seem.
Been through the fire and I'm tasting the smoke.
Alone. This life ain't what it might seem.
The rough is winners and the strobe lights on the low.
And we still cover up the scars we cannot show.
Sometimes I feel like I was better on my own. I know.
This life ain't what it might seem.
English translation
I know people.
I have fun, but not in clubs, wasting time on pills, with assholes who count profits.
They dance excitedly as if, I don't know, it had some future. When it comes to tea from life, it's not Lipton.
Everything changes your reality. If passion is only hip hop yo.
I'm better off living solo. Hey, I don't know if this drink has Coke.
No time to work on yourself. What do you want to achieve? Go tell it to your friends.
I turn actions into words. I turn rhymes into pogos. The modes on the axis are here to be out of constant control.
City neon lights, rolled straws. In every pocket like equipment.
There's some coke, but no colic. Their human corpses walk through the market square.
You can't hear the mermaids singing except for the sound of sirens. These are not places you choose for a walk with your wife and son.
As watery as I am, I leave it up in smoke. I'm wrapping up with my dear.
And since he is Argentine, we relentlessly go for gold, platinum, diamonds, and for you, crystal.
A city on a mantra like Hare Krishna. I left it a long time ago and now I have my own haven.
I mean, you can see it up close here.
I'm in the shadows when it's dark and it's cold.
This life isn't what it might seem.
Been through the fire and I'm tasting the smoke.
Alone. This life isn't what it might seem.
The rough is winners and the strobe lights on the low.
And we still cover up the scars we cannot show.
Sometimes I feel like I was better on my own. And I know.
This life isn't what it might seem.