Lyrics of Who I Am - Das W, Sapient, Timi Hendrix

Who I Am (original)

Ich möchte schlafen, meine Augen schließen
Das Panorama des letzten Jahres ist Atemzüge entfernt
Die Augenringe so dunkel, als wären sie nachgeschminkt
Ein Leben zwischen schwarz und grau
Jahrelang schon farbenblind
Alles hält mich wach, von dem Lärm der Stadt
Bishin zu der Ruhe selbst
Wo sind die Helden meiner Jugend und die Jugend selbst?
All das kaum noch auffindbar
Was bleibt ist Staub im Glas
Keine Erinnerung übrig, die nicht das Rauschgift nahm
Aber ich brauchte das
Schleierhafte Momente sind alles, was mich vorantreibt
Den Weg zu gehen, bis zum Ende
Fotos sind nicht von Wert
Alles, was von Bedeutung war, bekam von mir 'nen 16er
Manche hör ich noch häufiger, als andere
Und manche rauben den Schlaf, wenn der Flashbag kommt
Manche würde ich genauso nochmal schreiben
Als letzten Song
Und letzten Endes ist alles das was mir bleibt
Eine Platte mit Memoiren einer lange vergangenen Zeit
I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, «This is who I am.»
Do-do-do-do-do…
I think there’s something stored in my cells
That’s pulling me like the moon pulling the shore when it swells
A stairway to Heaven?
A trap door-way to Hell?
Just stay here in between if you’re out of stories to tell
But I’m a modern Homer on the open water
While the song is rollin', I’ve lost control
And the angels that watching over
Keep falling asleep on their shift
Now this is gone complete, leave the ship
And I’m stuck, tucking away the purest part of me
But I’ll protect you all with these walls and my armory
I bend these bars and let you into my darkest garden
Pardon my karma, larvas and leaches on my arms and knees
When I close my eyes there aren’t no dreams
I’m no Archimedes, but I’m a complicated man
And through my artistry I will part the seas
And touch the fabric of spacetime, then tear apart the seams
I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, «This is who I am.»
Do-do-do-do-do…
Ey, ich bin ständig müde, fuck it, meine Lieblingsfarbe Grau
Lege mich bald unter die Erde und dann schlaf ich erstmal aus
Nehme die letzte Bahn
Für die man keine Fahrkarte mehr braucht
Persönliche Tragödie, Kater, Rausch
Trink zu viel, bin betäubt, zu viele Pillen, zu viele Joints
In eurer kack Welt geht es immer nur um billig und um neu
Jeder Moment millionenfach schon in Texte gepackt
Der Johnnie Walker läuft, ertrinke den Stress in der Nacht
Die Seele ist voll Tinte
Jeder entlegenste Winkel
Steh manchmal an der Klippe, überlege, ob ich springe
Dreh Kippe Nummer 20, die benebelt meine Sinne
Wir sind alle auf dem gleichen fucking Weg in Richtung Himmel
Schau auf den Kilometerstand bei ein paar Huntertausend
So viel Steine aus dem Weg geräumt, meilenweit gelaufen
Warum sind weit und breit da draußen eigentlich keine weißen Tauben?
Ah, scheiß drauf, na was soll’s, ich geh erst mal einen rauchen
I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, «This is who I am.»
Do-do-do-do-do…

(translation)

I want to sleep, close my eyes
Last year's panorama is breaths away
The circles under the eyes as dark as if they had been made up
A life between black and gray
Been color blind for years
Everything keeps me awake from the noise of the city
Up to the rest itself
Where are the heroes of my youth and youth itself?
All of which can hardly be found
What remains is dust in the glass
Not a memory left that didn't take the dope
But I needed this
Hazy moments are all that drives me
To go the way to the end
Photos are of no value
Anything that mattered got a 16 from me
I listen to some more often than others
And some rob sleep when the flashbag comes
I would write some of them again
As the last song
And in the end, that's all I have left
A record of memoirs from a bygone era
I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, «This is who I am.»
Do-do-do-do-do…
I think there's something stored in my cells
That's pulling me like the moon pulling the shore when it swells
A stairway to heaven?
A trap door-way to Hell?
Just stay here in between if you're out of stories to tell
But I'm a modern Homer on the open water
While the song is rollin', I've lost control
And the angels that watch over
Keep falling asleep on their shift
Now this is gone complete, leave the ship
And I'm stuck, tucking away the purest part of me
But I'll protect you all with these walls and my armory
I bend these bars and let you into my darkest garden
Pardon my karma, larvas and leaches on my arms and knees
When I close my eyes there aren't no dreams
I'm no Archimedes, but I'm a complicated man
And through my artistry I will part the seas
And touch the fabric of spacetime, then tear apart the seams
I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, «This is who I am.»
Do-do-do-do-do…
Hey, I'm always tired, fuck it, my favorite color is grey
I'll lay myself under the ground soon and then I'll sleep in first
Take the last train
For which you no longer need a ticket
Personal tragedy, hangover, intoxication
Drink too much, drugged, too many pills, too many joints
In your shitty world, it's always about cheap and new
Every moment packed into texts millions of times
The Johnnie Walker is running, drown the stress at night
The soul is full of ink
Every remote corner
Stand at the cliff sometimes, think about jumping
Roll fag number 20, it dulls my senses
We're all on the same fucking path towards heaven
Look at the mileage at a few hunter thousand
Cleared so many stones, walked miles
Why aren't there any white doves far and wide out there?
Ah, fuck it, what the heck, I'm going to have a smoke first
I say these phrases end up inside me
Then I listen to it back
Like, «This is who I am.»
Do-do-do-do-do…