Alahta D Khoba - Janan Sawa

Future's gonna be okay Okay, okay, look at the mirror and I see no pain I'd die for real 'til the D-Day But it's gonna be okay Time for some paycheck and I'm ridin' downtown Switch (Switch) over, (Over) time tickin' and over Future's gonna be okay Okay, okay, look at the mirror and I see no pain I'd die for real as karma gon' be coming back for me Time for some paycheck and I'm ridin' downtown Switch (Switch) over, (Over) time tickin' and over (Woo-ooh) D-Day's coming, it's a fucking good day (Woo) 이날을 위해서 여지껏 미로를 거닌듯해 (Woo) 어쩌면 어리숙했던 지난날은 이제 over (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah) 다시 태어날 우릴 위해 축배를 다시금 들어 (Yeah) 미움이 가득한 세상에 증오는 더더욱 불필요하네 (Okay) 연꽃은 진흙탕 속에서도 찬란하게 꽃피우기에 아등바등 남과 비교 열등감 자기혐오 이런 것들로 향해 오늘부로 총구를 겨눠 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 당신은 무엇인가? 한계 따윈 부셔내 인마 과거를 후회 말고 미래를 두려워하지 마 인마 피할 수 없음 맞고 충분히 아프고 말길, yeah 괜히 상처를 헤집으면서 흉터를 키우질 말길, yeah (Woo-ooh) I can't remember, yеah I can't remember, yеah I can't remember, yeah Don't say no more (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I can't remember, yeah I can't remember, yeah Switch over, time tickin' and over Future's gonna be okay (Okay) Okay, okay, look at the mirror and I see no pain (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd die for real 'til the D-Day But it's gonna be okay (Okay) Time for some paycheck and I'm ridin' downtown (Woo) Switch (Switch) over, (Over) time tickin' and over Future's gonna be okay (Okay) Okay, okay, look at the mirror and I see no pain I'd die for real as karma gon' be coming back for me Time for some paycheck and I'm ridin' downtown Switch (Switch) over, (Over) time tickin' and over (Over) D-Day's coming 금지된 것들로부터 해방됨과 동시에 당신의 뉴 챕터를 열어 고여 있기엔 우리는 여전히 젊고도 어려 어제보다 나은 오늘을 위한 최소의 노력 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 당신은 무엇인가? 한계 따윈 없는 거야 인마 과거는 지나갔고 미래는 먼 얘기 뭘 두려워해 인마 과거는 과거일 뿐 (Yeah) 현재는 현재일 뿐 (Yeah) 미래는 미래일 뿐 과한 의미 부연 힘들어 십중팔구 (Oh, yeah) 오늘부로 미로를 지나 새로운 시작을 시작 증오로 뒤덮인 세상에 다시 연꽃이 핀다 (Okay, okay, okay) 그래 D-Day's coming 당당히 가슴을 펴길, yeah 증명은 당신 몫이니 부디 증명해 내길, yeah (Yeah, yeah, woo-ooh) I can't remember, yeah I can't remember, yeah I can't remember, yeah Don't say no more (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I can't remember, yeah I can't remember, yeah Switch over, time tickin' and over Future's gonna be okay (Okay) Okay, okay, look at the mirror and I see no pain (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd die for real 'til the D-Day But it's gonna be okay (Okay) Time for some paycheck and I'm ridin' downtown (Woo) Switch (Switch) over, (Over) time tickin' and over Future's gonna be okay (Okay) Okay, okay, look at the mirror and I see no pain I'd die for real as karma gon' be coming back for me Time for some paycheck and I'm ridin' downtown Switch (Switch) over, (Over) time tickin' and over (Over)

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour