Translation of the song lyrics Multe - Keed

Multe (original)

Stii ca in capul tau sunt multe
Multe multe multe
Nu poate nimeni sa te-ajute
Nu pot sa te-ajute oricat de mult ar incerca, yeah
Multe multe multe multe
Multe nu numa' una
Si parca vin intruna
Multe multe multe multe
Si parca vin intruna ey ey
Mi-ar placea sa fiu un om fara regret
Dar-s doar o fiinta slaba dominata de sentiment
Ca eu am facut ce-am facut si m-am descurcat
Dar strazile-s pline de cei cu goluri in stomac
Si-si eu am atatea goluri si sunt atat de defect
De la relatie la muzica la orice proiect
Satul de tradatori si de lipsa de respect
Industria nu-i incurcat infect
Si oricate trepte as urca nu reusesc sa inteleg
De ce vreau din ce in ce mai mult si cred c-asa-i corect
Spiritu-mi zice nu da' nu si sufletu'
Creieru-i setat pe bani cum e si deal-dealer-ul
Si totusi
Influenta mi-e mare si e pe bune
Prin muzica mea pot s-ajut atata lume
Da' piesa mea-i prea personala pentru ei
Si probabil c-o sa treaca neobservata de ei
Stii ca in capul tau sunt multe
Multe multe multe
Nu poate nimeni sa te-ajute
Nu pot sa te-ajute oricat de mult ar incerca
Multe multe multe multe
Multe nu numa' una
Si parca vin intruna
Multe multe multe multe
Si parca vin intruna ey ey
Am zis ca ma las de fumat
Da' din pacate eram spart, fumam cacat
Am zis ca nu mai beau in viata mea
Dar iar vine weekend-ul si iar m-asteapta vinerea
Cateodata as vrea sa taca
Sa nu ma mai bata la cap, insistent, partea mea necurata
Sa nu studiez oamenii, din instinct sa calculez
Mi-ar fi placut sa nu fiu nevoit sa ma protejez
Da' presiunea si responsabilitatea ma omoara
Ca fumul de tigara, incet si sigur, ce povara
Vad oameni care se prefac ca iubesc oameni
Chipurile, doar ca sa nu se simta singuri
Cand totu-i bine, de ce tipa femeia asta
De ce se plange, de ce face pe proasta
Prea multe leak-uri incep sa dea in clipuri
Cat sa.
cat sa.
vorbesc si eu singur
Stii ca in capul tau sunt multe
Multe multe multe
Nu poate nimeni sa te-ajute
Nu pot sa te-ajute oricat de mult ar incerca
Multe multe multe multe
Multe nu numa' una
Si parca vin intruna
Multe multe multe multe
Si parca vin intruna ey ey
We live in a society now where it’s just first
Who cares, get it out there
We don’t care who it hurts, we don’t care who we destroy
We don’t care if it’s true, just say it, sell it
If you don’t read the newspaper, you’re uninformed
If you do read it, you’re misinformed!
So what do you do?
That’s a great question
What is the long term effect of too much information
One of the effects is the need to be first
Not even to be true anymore
So what is the responsibility you all have
To tell the truth, not to just be first, but to tell the truth

Multe (translation)

You know that there is a lot in your head
Many many many
No one can help you
They can't help you no matter how hard they try, yeah
Many many many many
Many not just one
And it's like they're coming together
Many many many many
And it's like they're coming together ey ey
I would like to be a man without regret
But it's just a weak being dominated by feeling
Like I did what I did and I managed
But the streets are full of those with empty stomachs
I too have so many goals and I am so flawed
From relationship to music to any project
The village of traitors and disrespect
The industry is not messed up
And no matter how many steps I climb, I can't understand
Why I want more and more and I think that's right
My spirit says no, yes, no, and my soul
His brain is set on money, as is the dealer
And yet
My influence is great and it's real
Through my music I can help so many people
Yes, my song is too personal for them
And it will probably go unnoticed by them
You know that there is a lot in your head
Many many many
No one can help you
They can't help you no matter how hard they try
Many many many many
Many not just one
And it's like they're coming together
Many many many many
And it's like they're coming together ey ey
I said that I quit smoking
Yes, unfortunately I was broke, smoking shit
I said I don't drink anymore in my life
But the weekend is coming again and Friday is waiting for me again
Sometimes I would like to be silent
Stop beating me on the head, insistently, my unclean side
Not to study people, to calculate by instinct
I would have liked not to have to protect myself
Yes, the pressure and responsibility are killing me
Like cigarette smoke, slow and sure, what a burden
I see people pretending to love people
The faces, just so they don't feel alone
When everything is fine, why is this woman screaming
Why is he complaining, why is he acting stupid?
Too many leaks are starting to appear in clips
How much.
how much
I'm talking to myself too
You know that there is a lot in your head
Many many many
No one can help you
They can't help you no matter how hard they try
Many many many many
Many not just one
And it's like they're coming together
Many many many many
And it's like they're coming together ey ey
We live in a society now where it's just first
Who cares, get it out there
We don't care who it hurts, we don't care who we destroy
We don't care if it's true, just say it, sell it
If you don't read the newspaper, you're uninformed
If you do read it, you're misinformed!
So what do you do?
That's a great question
What is the long term effect of too much information
One of the effects is the need to be first
Not even to be true anymore
So what is the responsibility you all have
To tell the truth, not to just be first, but to tell the truth