Lyrics of Sõbrad - Arop

Sõbrad (original)

Keel mängib noote mu süljel
Kui ma kirjutan neid sõnu pole sõbrad mu küljel —
Nad on kadunud, kui on raha nad on palunud
Ja mul on tunne nagu minu sünnipäev on anutud kutse
Su automatiseeritud sõprust on märgatud
Sõpruse Kino eest on teid varemgi värvatud
Must — valge arusaam elust on valega pärjatud
Hirm on kollane, sest Hiina jagu on märjatud linu
Minu tuules tallatud edu saadu on varjatud
Su püksid on arad, sest üksi su munad on karjatud
Lobasuu Tallinnast, seletad alati allilmast
Peletad austust nagu võimalusi kallimast
Ning miski su jutus on ebakõlane, siiski
Kused elu peale, kuuse all hauale risti
Koormaks sõbrale, mida sa ei kavatsegi jagada
(Helista, kui teema on) Ja, kui on, tavatsed magada…
Õel vaib ripub minu nagis, tiksud mu toas
Kus pole ruumi mu enda tagiks
Ja ma võtan need nahad, nahk, ma nägin su läbi
Nahk on läbipaistev nagu poolehoid minu poole.
Nahk!
Sul pole nahk nii paks nagu soomused
Põikled mu lojaalsust nagu liikluskoonuseid
Kui aeg on lahinguks, näen kuis amööbina pooldub mees
Iseloom splitib ja mulje sinust on koolnuteel…
Olen koer, olen P.O.E.G ja ma jään truuks
Oled õhk, savupõhk, oled peer, puuks
Sa maskeerid ennast puuks, kui sa suitsetad
Aga sa ei väldi tuult, kui need tukid suitsevad
Olen koer, olen P.O.E.G ja ma jään truuks
Oled õhk, savupõhk, oled peer, puuks
Sa maskeerid ennast puuks, kui sa suitsetad
Aga sa ei väldi tuult, kui need tukid suitsevad
Sõbrad jutmärkides äratasid mu maokeele
Nüüd nad suudlevad maad mu all ja see on maakeeles:
Pugeja — vasakus käes kannavad nuge ja
Nõrgemad iseloomud otsivad grupi tuge ja
Ma noogutan peaga, olen geenius biidil
Tead sa, et ma ei löö alati käega vaid löön sind alati peaga
Said pihta?
Vihkamine on lihtsalt, peegelpilt rahutust hingest
Rahu sa ihkad.
Keda sa pilkad, kui tähelepanu eest kilkad?
Viinatilk on Vikatimees, kes meenutab plikat
(Ta on kukkund, teatan, Uku on kukkund!)
Ei, sest see laev oleks ilma minuta uppund
Nagu Di Caprio, silm, Aropi uksel on tukkund
Kuid, Rose DeWitt, aint minust, nägi ta tupp und

(translation)

The tongue plays notes on my saliva
Friends are not by my side as I write these words—
They are gone if there is money they have asked for
And I feel like my birthday is a begging invitation
Your automated friendship has been noticed
You have been recruited for Friendship Cinema before
The black-white understanding of life is laced with lies
Fear is yellow because China is a wet bird
The fruits of my wind-trodden success are hidden
Your pants are tight because your eggs alone have been grazed
Lobasuu from Tallinn, you always explain about the underworld
You scare away respect like opportunities from a loved one
And something in your story is inconsistent, though
You urinate on life, cross on the grave under the fir tree
A burden to a friend that you have no intention of sharing
(Call if the topic is) And, if so, do you usually sleep…
An old carpet hangs on my rack, ticks in my room
Where there is no room for me
And I'll take these skins, skin, I saw through you
The skin is transparent like a favor to me.
Skin!
Your skin isn't as thick as your scales
You dodge my loyalty like traffic cones
When it's time for battle, I see how the amoeba sided with the man
The character splits and the impression of you is on the way to school...
I'm a dog, I'm a P.O.E.G, and I'll stay true
You're air, you're a fart, you're a tree
You disguise yourself as a tree when you smoke
But you don't dodge the wind when those bangs are smoking
I'm a dog, I'm a P.O.E.G, and I'll stay true
You're air, you're a fart, you're a tree
You disguise yourself as a tree when you smoke
But you don't dodge the wind when those bangs are smoking
Friends in quotes woke up my tongue
Now they kiss the earth beneath me, and it is in the language of the earth:
Creeper - carries knives in left hand and
Weaker characters seek group support and
I'm nodding my head, I'm a genius on the beat
You know that I don't always hit you with my hand, I always hit you with my head
Did you get hit?
Hate is simply a reflection of a restless soul
Peace you crave.
Who are you mocking when you're screaming for attention?
Vodka Drop is the Scythe Man who resembles a blimp
(He's a loser, I tell you, Uku is a loser!)
No, because this ship would sink without me
Like DiCaprio, the eye, Arop has a knock on his door
But, Rose DeWitt, only about me, she had a dream