ReTo - Nie_Ja

[Chorus]
If someone sees themselves as perfect, well that's not me
If I forcefully want to change something, well that's not me
If something pisses me off, I say screw that topic
Because I play to win the dream, so I live without silence

[Verse 1]
I guess a bit too often, I press my lips to a bottle
I withdraw from the ATM, pay, and drink away the cash
I ask myself "What kind of life is this?"
Will I make it to the first, or will it finally not be enough, damn
I absorb failures, cold mornings greet me
Hot evenings, so pour it into the glass
Shot on the table, like a train at a station, oh
And I ask what's next, people ask about future plans
I'd like some to be wrong
In a few years, will I say: "Man, it didn't work out?"
I don't want to beg for a dime
Hoping a passerby will toss me some coins
I've already learned that, damn, dreaming is worth it
I drink to new plans, putting aside narcodancing
Hey, I want another half, buddies hand me a bottle, that's not it
Pack the pipe, burn these fears, leave them behind
The thought that maybe I had my chance and it's over
A gulp down the throat, then I cough, then I sit in silence

[Chorus x2]
If someone sees themselves as perfect, well that's not me
If I forcefully want to change something, well that's not me
If something pisses me off, I say screw that topic
Because I play to win the dream, so I live without silence

[Verse 2]
I've been living too long, paying debt with debt for too long
I don't want booze anymore, I smoke, sharing with you?
Sometimes I have emptiness in my pocket like in my heart
Enter a store with a friend for juice, he says: "Igor, maybe vodka?"
And try telling him, I'm not drinking today, I've had enough
"Man, I’m not drinking today, I've had enough", "Oh well, what the hell?"
And thankfully, I don't have more in my wallet, because I know
If I had some, I'd go for more
Waking up in the morning asking "Where am I?"
Oh, I sit on the couch, buddy grabs a paper, rolls it up
Then lights it, passes it, I grab it, puff from the joint
Oh, I'm at a stage, where I release, and it scratches a bit
In the throat, and that's it, "Do you have more?", friend has loads, rolls it up
And we'll die to death, scythe in the ribs, and bye, lulu
These moments are ours, one can stop laughing at the pain
But what's the point, as I'm not an ascetic
And I prefer to digest pain in my life, than to ask for more, oh