Ο Πρίγκιπας Του Παρασκηνίου [O Príngipas Tou Paraskiníou] [English translation]

And im alone in the dark night

The fifth fucking live straight in the backstage

Im wondering if i have something like

The inspiration i had for the songs ill sing today

Nothing anymore

I drunk a beer that the taste i have in my mouth

From the way i feel it makes it look sweet

Nothing nothing anymore

And like that the dust is dancing in the chairs

Like the girl I never danced with

There Is a forgotten drum here

Full of holes and I

Observe while Im delirious

These soulless subjects that remind me

That the most difficult audience for me to satisfy , it will be me forever

I kick the beer that i have on the floor

Say Solmeister damn it,

This nickname was chosen for me by

A teenager that I'm not anymore

Say Solmeister damn it

For him ,say it louder assholes

My past isnt near

And for it to hear it needs heart

For the fucking 16 candles in a cake like all the others

For the kisses that i didnt take a breath

To give to the girls that i dont know anymore

Say Solmeister damn it

Because for him nothing means something anymore

For some people it means bleeding

Now more it means im not okay

I still don't believe in me

While i hear outside an atmosphere of victory

Because my remorse says you belong here with me

You are the prince of this dark storage room

I look at this broken cymbals

While i hear outside an atmosphere of victory

Because the dust tells me you belong here with me

You are the prince of this dark storage room

And this lines hurts my heart , and for it i give my all (i give my all)

My lines hurts (my lines hurts), i swear in my broken chords

My guilty begun songs

My sixteen's begun a cue

My feelings begun records

How the heck you want them to fit ,tell me

How the heck you want them to dance ,tell me

The ones who didn't learn these steps

The ones who didnt walk without shoes in broken glasses

How they write songs

How they talk about pain and trauma

How they look their audience in the eyes

I didn't understand it because of i sing differently

Because if you know all is spiritual

My audience isnt ass-kissers

My audience are vampires

Our common spot is the fact

That we both hate the ageless

The eternal teenager

The everlasting unready

The everlasting honest

Rebel without reason

I still dont believe in me

While i hear outside an atmosphere of victory

Because my remorse says you belong here with me

You are the prince of this dark storage room

I look at this broken cymbals

While i hear outside an atmosphere of victory

Because the dust tells me you belong here with me

You are the prince of this dark storage room

The eternal teenager

The everlasting unready

The everlasting honest

Rebel without reason

The eternal teenager

The eternal danger

The eternal shame

Stubbornly antisocial

I still dont believe in me

While i hear outside an atmosphere of victory

Because my remorse says you belong here with me

You are the prince of this dark storage room

I look at this broken cymbals

While i hear outside an atmosphere of victory

Because the dust tells me you belong here with me

You are the prince of this dark storage room