Chcę, żeby tam kurwa, ludzie widzieli
Czuli, patrzyli przez okno w księżyc
I wiedzieli o co nam chodzi wariacie
Gdy otula mrok, a jak wychodzę z domu to śpisz
I to wszystko to, co pamiętamy z normalnych dni
Poznaliśmy zło i nie chcemy go więcej już dziś
Jak kwiaty z plastiku w zamkniętym śmietniku, a wargi do krwi
A w końcu wyjdę niby po chleb
I nie zostawię kartki, tylko puste samarki
I nigdy nie odnajdziecie mnie
I zostaną Ci płyty i te jebane lajki, co tylko ciągle więcej ich chcesz
A kiedy zgasną światła i wyłączą Ci Wi-Fi
Zostaniesz tylko Ty i Twój sen
O plastikowym świecie, w którym sami żyjecie
A żaden tego nie chce, już nie
Jak te ich sztuczne kwiaty na poprawionych zdjęciach
Jesteście piękni tylko we szkle
Ekrany monitorów, nie wychodzimy z domów
Błagam kurwa, ratujcie mnie
I z zewnątrz są tak piękne, a w środku są tak zwiędłe
I chyba to tak samo jak Ty
Te plastikowe kwiaty z twarzami jak od kalki
Ty żadnej nie rozróżnisz już z nich
Wszystkie są takie same, jakbyś skopiował mamę
I mówię Ci dzień dobry tu dziś
Choć mieszkamy za ścianą, piszę do Ciebie rano
Bo kurwa nie możemy wyjść, hej
Dlatego, kiedy wstajesz to albo znów udajesz
I mówisz sobie „Nie jest źle', hej
I albo się użalasz, albo znów odpierdalasz
I nikt naprawdę nie chce Cię, he
Gdy otula mrok, a jak wychodzę z domu to śpisz
I to wszystko to, co pamiętamy z normalnych dni
Poznaliśmy zło i nie chcemy go więcej już dziś
Jak kwiaty z plastiku w zamkniętym śmietniku, a wargi do krwi
A kiedy mi zabraknie już sił i wybudzę z koszmaru
Który przechodzę wewnątrz, czekając wciąż na najlepsze dni
Niewielki podmuch wiatru, znów burzy moją pewność
I czuję jakbym przestał znów żyć
Te plastikowe róże, przetrwają bez nas wieczność
A życie czarno-białe, jak sny
Które powiedzą więcej zanim zdążysz uśmiechnąć
Się fałszywie, jakby brakło sił
I wybudzić z koszmaru, który przechodzisz wewnątrz
Czekając wciąż na najlepsze dni
A lekki podmuch wiatru, znów burzy twoją pewność
I czujesz jakbyś przestał znów żyć
Te plastikowe róże, przetrwają bez nas wieczność
A życie czarno-białe jak sny, które powiedzą więcej
Gdy otula mrok, a jak wychodzę z domu to śpisz
I to wszystko to, co pamiętamy z normalnych dni
Poznaliśmy zło i nie chcemy go więcej już dziś
Jak kwiaty z plastiku w zamkniętym śmietniku, a wargi do krwi
Gdy otula mrok, a jak wychodzę z domu to śpisz
I to wszystko to, co pamiętamy z normalnych dni
Poznaliśmy zło i nie chcemy go więcej już dziś
Jak kwiaty z plastiku w zamkniętym śmietniku, a wargi do krwi
A chciałem Cię stąd zabrać i wyłączyć Instagram
Zanim znowu okłamiesz mnie
Te plastikowe kwiaty, z pogody dla bogaczy
Nie pachną niczym tylko złem, hej
Te plastikowe kwiaty, z pogody dla bogaczy
Nie pachną niczym tylko złem, hej
Te plastikowe kwiaty, z pogody dla bogaczy
Nie pachną niczym tylko złem, hej
A kiedy mi zabraknie już sił i wybudzę z koszmaru
Który przechodzę wewnątrz,
Czekając wciąż na najlepsze dni
Niewielki podmuch wiatru, znów burzy moją pewność
I czuję jakbym przestał znów żyć
Te plastikowe róże, przetrwają bez nas wieczność
A życie czarno-białe, jak sny
Plastikowe Kwiaty: Translations in English and Lyrics - Kartky
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Lyrics of Plastikowe Kwiaty
by Kartky
Translation in English of the Song
Plastikowe Kwiaty by Kartky
I want people fucking there to see
They feel, look out the window at the moon
And they know what we mean madman
When it covers the darkness, and when I leave the house, you sleep.
And that's all we remember from normal days
We know evil and we don't want it anymore
Like plastic flowers in a closed garbage can, and lips to blood
And in the end I will go out as if for bread
And I will not leave a sheet, only empty samariums
And you will never find me
And you will be left with records and those fucking likes, whatever you still want more of them
And when the lights go out and your Wi-Fi is turned off
Only you and your dream will be left
About the plastic world in you live yourselves
And no one wants it, no more
Like those artificial flowers in their corrected photos
You are beautiful only in glass
Monitor screens, we don't leave houses
I'm fucking begging you, save me
And they are so beautiful on the outside, and they are so withered on the inside
And I guess it's the same as you
These plastic flowers with faces like carbon paper
You can't tell any of them anymore
They are all the same, as if you copied your mother
And I say good morning here today
Even though we live behind the wall, I'm writing to you in the morning
Because we can't fucking leave, hey
That's why when you get up, or you pretend again
And you say to yourself, 'It's not bad', hey
And either you feel sorry, or you go off again
And nobody really wants you, he
When I wrap up in the dark, and when I leave the house, you sleep.
And that's all we remember from normal days
We know evil and we do not want it anymore
Like plastic flowers in a closed garbage can, and lips to blood
And when I run out of strength and wake up from a nightmare
Which I walk inside, still waiting for the best days
A small gust of wind destroys my confidence again
And I feel like I stopped living again
These plastic roses will survive forever without us
And black and white life, like dreams
Which will say more before you sleep to smile
to falsely, as if you lack strength
And to wake up from the nightmare you are going through inside
Still waiting for the best days
A slight gust of wind destroys your confidence again
And you feel like you stopped living again
These plastic roses will survive eternity without us
And life black and white like dreams that will tell more
When it envelops the darkness, and how I leave the house then you sleep
And that's all we remember from normal days
We got to know evil and we don't want it any more today
Like plastic flowers in a closed garbage can, and lips to blood
When it envelops the darkness, and when I leave the house, you sleep.
And that's all we remember from normal days
We know evil and we don't want it anymore
Like flowers made of plastic in a closed garbage, and lips to blood
And I wanted to take you out of here and turn off Instagram
Before you lie to me again
These plastic flowers, from weather for the rich
They don't smell like anything evil, hey
Those plastic flowers, from the weather for the rich
They don't smell anything but evil, hey
These plastic flowers, from the weather for the rich
They don't smell anything but evil, hey
And when I run out of strength and wake up from the nightmare
Which I'm going through inside,
Still waiting for the best days
A small gust of wind destroys my confidence again
And I feel like I stopped again live
These plastic roses will survive forever without us
And life is black and white, like dreams
They feel, look out the window at the moon
And they know what we mean madman
When it covers the darkness, and when I leave the house, you sleep.
And that's all we remember from normal days
We know evil and we don't want it anymore
Like plastic flowers in a closed garbage can, and lips to blood
And in the end I will go out as if for bread
And I will not leave a sheet, only empty samariums
And you will never find me
And you will be left with records and those fucking likes, whatever you still want more of them
And when the lights go out and your Wi-Fi is turned off
Only you and your dream will be left
About the plastic world in you live yourselves
And no one wants it, no more
Like those artificial flowers in their corrected photos
You are beautiful only in glass
Monitor screens, we don't leave houses
I'm fucking begging you, save me
And they are so beautiful on the outside, and they are so withered on the inside
And I guess it's the same as you
These plastic flowers with faces like carbon paper
You can't tell any of them anymore
They are all the same, as if you copied your mother
And I say good morning here today
Even though we live behind the wall, I'm writing to you in the morning
Because we can't fucking leave, hey
That's why when you get up, or you pretend again
And you say to yourself, 'It's not bad', hey
And either you feel sorry, or you go off again
And nobody really wants you, he
When I wrap up in the dark, and when I leave the house, you sleep.
And that's all we remember from normal days
We know evil and we do not want it anymore
Like plastic flowers in a closed garbage can, and lips to blood
And when I run out of strength and wake up from a nightmare
Which I walk inside, still waiting for the best days
A small gust of wind destroys my confidence again
And I feel like I stopped living again
These plastic roses will survive forever without us
And black and white life, like dreams
Which will say more before you sleep to smile
to falsely, as if you lack strength
And to wake up from the nightmare you are going through inside
Still waiting for the best days
A slight gust of wind destroys your confidence again
And you feel like you stopped living again
These plastic roses will survive eternity without us
And life black and white like dreams that will tell more
When it envelops the darkness, and how I leave the house then you sleep
And that's all we remember from normal days
We got to know evil and we don't want it any more today
Like plastic flowers in a closed garbage can, and lips to blood
When it envelops the darkness, and when I leave the house, you sleep.
And that's all we remember from normal days
We know evil and we don't want it anymore
Like flowers made of plastic in a closed garbage, and lips to blood
And I wanted to take you out of here and turn off Instagram
Before you lie to me again
These plastic flowers, from weather for the rich
They don't smell like anything evil, hey
Those plastic flowers, from the weather for the rich
They don't smell anything but evil, hey
These plastic flowers, from the weather for the rich
They don't smell anything but evil, hey
And when I run out of strength and wake up from the nightmare
Which I'm going through inside,
Still waiting for the best days
A small gust of wind destroys my confidence again
And I feel like I stopped again live
These plastic roses will survive forever without us
And life is black and white, like dreams
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