Nestačíš mi
Marek Ztracený
original literal for meaning, with rhymes
Nestačíš mi
V pokoji hoří jen svíčka
zdaj se ti sny cukaj ti víčka
máš pocit skvělej já však pocit viny
už nestačíš mi ani z poloviny
Něco o zvyku a železná košile
říkám ti věci co znějí mile
v mojí hlavě nezvaný hosti
bojím se rána děsím se budoucnosti
Žijem jen minulostí
co vyprchává
dál si myslíš že jsem tě plnej
znám svý práva
Už dávno pro mě nejsi jediná
pomalu otevírám oči
mám pocit že vím čí to je vina
tvoje víc jak polovina
Už dávno pro mě nejsi jediná
pomalu otevírám oči
vzpomeň si prosím když ráno vstáváš
jak málo mi dáváš... jehéé
V pokoji co maj vysoký stropy
pomalu tuším že spolu nezestárnem
jistý je že na mě zanecháš svý stopy
možný je že zapomenu hned s ránem
něco o zvyku a železná košile
říkám ti věci co znějí mile
v mojí hlavě nezvaný hosti
bojím se rána děsím se budoucnosti
Žijem jen minulostí
co vyprchává
a dál si myslíš že jsem tě plnej
znám svý práva... uoou
Už dávno pro mě nejsi jediná
pomalu otevírám oči
mám pocit že vím čí to je vina
jsem tvoje víc jak polovina
Už dávno pro mě nejsi jediná
pomalu otevírám oči
vzpomeň si prosím když ráno vstáváš
jak málo mi dáváš... jehéé
Už dávno pro mě nejsi jediná
pomalu otevírám oči
mám pocit že vím čí to je vina
moje víc jak polovina
Už dávno pro mě nejsi jediná
pomalu otevírám oči
vzpomeň si prosím když ráno vstáváš
jak málo mi dáváš... jehéé
Jak málo mi dáváš...
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You aren’t enough for me
In the room burns just a candle
You’re dreaming dreams, your eyelids twitch
You have a great feeling, but I have a feeling of guilt
You aren’t enough for me even by half any more.
Something about a habit and ironed shirts
I tell you things that sound nice
In my head [are] uninvited guests
I am afraid of the morning, I dread the future
We are just living in the past
which is fading away
Long you have been thinking that I am complete [with?] you
I know my rights
For a long time now you have not been the only one for me
I am slowly opening my eyes
I have the feeling that I know whose is the blame
Yours is more than half.
For a long time now you have not been the only one for me
I am slowly opening my eyes
Please remember when you get up in the morning
how little you give me, yeah.
In a room which has high ceilings
I slowly sense that we will not grow old together
It’s clear the you will leave your marks on me
Maybe I will forget immediately with the morning
Something about a habit and ironed shirts
I tell you things that sound nice
in my mind [are] uninvited guests
I am afraid of the morning, I dread the future
We are just living in the past
which is fading away
Long you have been thinking that I am complete [with?] you
I know my rights, oh
For a long time now you have not been the only one for me
I am slowly opening my eyes
I have the feeling that I know whose is the blame
Yours is more than half.
For a long time now you have not been the only one for me
I am slowly opening my eyes
Please remember when you get up in the morning
how little you give me, yeah.
For a long time now you have not been the only one for me
I am slowly opening my eyes
I have the feeling that I know whose is the blame
Yours is more than half.
For a long time now you have not been the only one for me
I am slowly opening my eyes
Please remember when you get up in the morning
how little you give me, yeah.
How little you give me...
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You’re not enough
In the darkness, one candle burning
I see you dreaming, your face is turning
I see you smiling, you’re so in love
While I feel guilty ‘cuz you just aren’t enough.
These daily routines, these ironed shirts
My empty kind words that only hurt
while in my head these unwanted warnings
make me dread the future, and fear the morning.
We’ve just been living in our history
that’s slowly fading
How long since it’s been that you’ve missed me?
It’s so degrading.
You’ve not been the one for such a long time
Now I see it through my shame
Some of the fault is probably mine
but you’re at least halfway to blame.
You’ve not been the one for such a long time
I can see it through my shame
When someday you wake up and you’re not mine
please just remember my pain, yeah.
In a room with vaulted ceilings
I can see that we can’t grow old together
Though you’ll always distort my feelings
maybe someday I won’t remember.
These daily routines, these ironed shirts
My empty kind words that only hurt
while in my head these unwanted warnings
make me dread the future, and fear the morning.
We’ve just been living in our history
that’s slowly fading
How long since it’s been that you’ve missed me?
It’s so degrading.
You’ve not been the one for such a long time
Now I see it through my shame
Some of the fault is probably mine
but you’re at least halfway to blame.
You’ve not been the one for such a long time
I can see it through my shame
When someday you wake up and you’re not mine
please just remember my pain, yeah.
You’ve not been the one for such a long time
Now I see it through my shame
Some of the fault is probably mine
but you’re at least halfway to blame.
You’ve not been the one for such a long time
I can see it through my shame
When someday you wake up and you’re not mine
please just remember my pain, yeah.
Just remember my pain...
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This song is totally irritating. Not only is the guy totally selfish, but he is basically giving up before he even tries.
He’s going to move on and discover that guess what. There will still be mundane, daily grinds, shirts to iron, and unwanted guests inside his head.
His entire attitude about this relationship problem is wrong. You don’t measure your relationships by how much you get out of them! Especially not your romantic relationships. You measure them by how much you put into them. And you should always be striving to put in 100%, not half. If both of you strive to put in 100%, then it will end up being enough, even when neither of you really succeeds perfectly and you end up with more like 70%.
I feel really bad for this guy, though. It is really sad that apparently he does not feel loved.
But wow. “Jak málo mi dáváš,” is such a selfish, whiny, juvenile, emo thing to say. I seriously hope I never say that.
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