What are you listening to right now?
- Don_Zardeone
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Okay, this one is because I actually caved in and spent Free Exp to open her. And then decided that I don't trust WG and actually bought her. "The time has come. Execute
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(Okay, it cost me a ship slot, about 18 millon credits and she just sits in my port without a commander but... I can get 3 ship slots per month, I usually make a lot of credits anyway and she'll go premium soon and therefore will be able to accept any Sovier commander without retraining - such as a commander from my Kirov; which in turn will also become a premium.
Now who had the heart to boot Kirov from tech tree?..)
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Okay, where the FLAK did you go?
(I've heard somewhere that the composer wanted this track to be a boss theme at the end of the game. It is the first track you hear when you start Route A. I guess trolling went on the meta level.)
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Okay, where the FLAK did you go?
What... did you miss me already?
Never gets old.... I'm starting to sense the nostalgia coming in now... haha -
What... did you miss me already?
Just saw neither hair nor hide of you here for a while.
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Just saw neither hair nor hide of you here for a while.
So, that's a yes... you missed me, HAHAHA.
Well, there are many changes happening in my life at the moment, especially due to the plandemic...oh sorry, I meant to say pAndemic, so to sum it all up -> Real Life.
Anyway:
Rappongi beach, Varna.
(I even used to know one of the girl models in the video). -
I see.
*sigh* This whole lockdown thing has turned me into an even lazier asshole. I'll probably get kicked out from Institute soon. Either that or I'll kick it into high gear this month... which is unlikely.
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I see.
*sigh* This whole lockdown thing has turned me into an even lazier asshole. I'll probably get kicked out from Institute soon. Either that or I'll kick it into high gear this month... which is unlikely.
Yeah, the lockdown has the same effect on all of us, that's why you must keep pushing forward by not getting lazy.
Don't worry about the Institute, wherever you want to work, they will want an experienced guy/girl with the necessary skills so they can hire that person, not where he/she had graduated.
Anyway, this is a special for you:
Нашата Изповед - Our Confession
Translation:
English:How many brothers are down,
forced by poverty.
My past is pulling me,
but my conscience is clear.
The LORD (YHWH) is my witness,
I was honest in front of the altar.
In the stormy sea of life,
you won't find the lighthouse.
I was asking to be heard,
but they were pretending to be deaf.
They are now breaking apart beneath me,
like dry sticks.
An ignorant nation.
The laziness is your slogan.
The fear is shame,
but knowledge is fire.
I remember the class room,
they'd put me alone on the desk.
They had As - after all, the dads were with a rank.
The great artists are barely making it.
I'm seeking real love,
I'm tired of adventures.
I'm waking up every morning,
with the thought that He is looking at me.
The trail that I'm leaving,
won't be pale!
It happens, brother,
even the man also cries.
I'm breastfed with poetry,
since an infant.
Chorus:
You've have forgotten to smile, my friend.
What's happening to you?
Is that you? / is that you?
And are you still going to be you? / when the pain goes away?
Are you going to walk on the right path? /again/?
I don't want to see you sunk in darkness.
I know, that you're strong.
And we are with you! /we're with you/
I remember the first recording,
I'm asking myself - did I get old?
Did I really waste my beautiful moments?!
I remember how you used to swear to me,
while you were lighting a candle.
The big city made the man,
from the little children.
I'm proud of my brothers,
from the South tribune.
But the young/youth are gone,
in front of the ballot box.
The sleepless nights,
had made me wiser.
The game of cones (game of shooting spitted paper balls),
was our counter (Counter-Strike).
Who is going to give back the days?
Why are you silent?
The man is poor,
as soon as they take away his dreams!
The hate, unfortunately,
is the most common feeling.
To make and give love,
brother, is an art!
When I'm in front of...(not really sure what he means, maybe voting),
is like I am in church.
The respect is for those,
who had never stopped speaking.
I'm praying to be protected by the Mother of God (I'm trying to ignore he said it cuz it's idolotry & paganism, but had to translate it).
I'm feeling strong,
in the moments of no way out.
Chorus:
You've have forgotten to smile, my friend.
What's happening to you?
Is that you? / is that you?
And are you still going to be you? / when the pain goes away?
Are you going to walk on the right path? /again/?
I don't want to see you sunk in darkness.
I know, that you're strong.
And we are with you! /we're with you/
You won't see a white/clear day,had told me the gypsy (woman),
with spread hands for charity,
when I passed her.
But she didn't know,
that my pocket is empty,
emptier than even the soul of a corrupted oily politician.
I was trampled, I was hated,
I was pointed with a finger,
I was slandered and hit,
by a three-phased power.
But I've never felt like a victim.
But if there's sowing, there is reaping, I sing.
But I'm no longer the same, for the needy.
I'm fighting for the both ways,
for the pure and the dirty.
By the late afternoon,
till sunrise, I'm chasing my ridge.
I understood, that I won't turn into a white swan (bulgarian symbol for -> perfection I guess, more or less).
Chorus:
You've have forgotten to smile, my friend.
What's happening to you?
Is that you? / is that you?
And are you still going to be you? / when the pain goes away?
Are you going to walk on the right path? /again/?
I don't want to see you sunk in darkness.
I know, that you're strong.
And we are with you! /we're with you/
Bulgarian+English:Колко братя са долу, / How many brothers are down,
принудени от бедността. / forced by poverty.
Мойто минало ме дърпа, / My past is pulling me,
но чиста ми е съвестта. / but my conscience is clear.
Господ ми е свидетел, / The LORD (YHWH) is my witness,
бях честен пред олтара. / I was honest in front of the altar.
В морето бурно на живота, / In the stormy sea of life,
не ще откриеш фара. / you won't find the lighthouse.
Молех да ме чуят, / I was asking to be heard,
а те се правеха на глухи. / but they were pretending to be deaf.
Чупят се под мен сега, / They are now breaking apart beneath me,
сякаш пръчки сухи. / like dry sticks.
Нация от неуки. / An ignorant nation.
Мързелът е твоя слогън. / The laziness is your slogan.
Страхът е позор, / The fear is shame,
а пък знанието е огън. / but knowledge is fire.
Помня класната стая, / I remember the class room,
слагаха ме сам на чин. / they'd put me alone on the desk.
Имаха отличен – нали бащите бяха с чин. / They had As - after all, the dads were with a rank.
Великите артисти преживяват от халтури. / The great artists are barely making it.
Търся истинска любов, / I'm seeking real love,
уморих се от авантюри. / I'm tired of adventures.
Всяка сутрин се събуждам, / I'm waking up every morning,
с мисълта, че Той ме гледа. / with the thought that He is looking at me.
Следата, която оставям, / The trail that I'm leaving,
няма да е бледа! / won't be pale!
Случва се, брат, / It happens, brother,
дори мъжът също плаче. / even the man also cries.
Закърмен съм с поезия, / I'm breastfed with poetry,
още от пеленаче. / since an infant.
Припев: / Chorus:
Забравил си да се усмихваш, приятелю. / You've have forgotten to smile, my friend.
Какво става с теб? / What's happening to you?
Това ти ли си? /ти ли си/ / Is that you? / is that you?
И дали ще си пак ти? /когато болката отиде си/ / And are you still going to be you? / when the pain goes away?
Ще тръгнеш ли по правилния път? /пак/ / Are you going to walk on the right path? /again/?
Не искам да те виждам потънал в мрак. / I don't want to see you sunk in darkness.
Аз знам, че силен си. / I know, that you're strong.
И ние сме с теб! /ние сме с теб/ / And we are with you! /we're with you/!
Помня първия запис, / I remember the first recording,
питам се – Нима остарях?! / I'm asking myself - did I get old?
Нима красивите моменти пропилях?! / Did I really waste my beautiful moments?!
Помня как ми се кълнеше, / I remember how you used to swear to me,
докато палеше свещица. / while you were lighting a candle.
Големия град направи мъжа, / The big city made the man,
от малките дечица. / from the little children.
Горд съм с моите братя / I'm proud of my brothers,
от Южната трибуна. / from the South tribune.
А младите ги няма / But the young/youth are gone,
пред избирателната урна. / in front of the ballot box.
Нощите безсънни / The sleepless nights,
ме направиха по-мъдър. / had made me wiser.
Играта на фунийки / The game of cones (game of shooting spitted paper balls),
бе тогава нашия кънтър. / was our counter (Counter-Strike).
Кой ще върне дните? / Who is going to give back the days?
Защо мълчите? / Why are you silent?
Човека е бедняк, / The man is poor,
щом отнемат му мечтите! / as soon as they take away his dreams!
Злобата, за жалост, / The hate, unfortunately,
е най-срещаното чувство. / is the most common feeling.
Да правиш и да даваш любов, / Making and giving love,
брат, е изкуство! / brother, is an art!
Когато съм пред листа, / When I'm in front of...(not really sure what he means, maybe voting),
сякаш съм в черква. / is like I am in church.
Респектът е за тоя, / The respect is for those,
който не е спирал да реква. / who had never stopped speaking.
Моля се да ме пази Богородица. / I'm praying to be protected by the Mother of God (I'm trying to ignore he said it cuz it's idolotry & paganism, but had to translate it).
Чувствам се силен, / I'm feeling strong,
в моментите на безизходица. / in the moments of no way out.
Припев: / Chorus:
Забравил си да се усмихваш, приятелю. / You've have forgotten to smile, my friend.
Какво става с теб? / What's happening to you?
Това ти ли си? /ти ли си/ / Is that you? / is that you?
И дали ще си пак ти? /когато болката отиде си/ / And are you still going to be you? / when the pain goes away?
Ще тръгнеш ли по правилния път? /пак/ / Are you going to walk on the right path? / again?
Не искам да те виждам потънал в мрак. / I don't want to see you sank in darkness.
Аз знам, че силен си. / I know, that you're strong.
И ние сме с теб! /ние сме с теб/ / And we are with you! / we're with you!
Бял ден да не виждам, / You won't see a white/clear day,
ми каза циганката, / had told me the gypsy (woman),
с протегнати ръце за милостиня, / with spreaded hands for charity,
когато я подминах. / when I passed her.
Но тя не знаеше, / But she didn't know,
че джоба ми е празен, / that my pocked is empty,
по-празен и от душата на корумпиран политик, мазен. / emptier than even the sould of a corrupted oily politician.
Бях газен, бях мразен, / I was trampled, I was hated,
бях сочен с пръст, / I was pointed with a finger,
бях оклеветен и удрян / I was slandered and hit,
от ток трифазен. / by a three-phased power.
Но никога не съм се чувствал жертва / But I've never felt like a victim.
А има ли сеитба, ще има и жътва, пея. / But if there's sowing, there is reaping, I sing.
Но вече не съм същия за насъщния / But I'm no longer the same, for the needy.
Се боря и по двата начина / I'm fighting for the both ways,
по чистия и мръсния. / for the pure and the dirty.
От късния следобед, / By the late afternoon,
До изгрев гоня своя хребет. / till sunrise, I'm chasing my ridge.
Разбрах, че няма да се превърна в бял лебед. / I understood, that I won't turn into a white swan (bulgarian slang for -> perfection I guess, more or less).
Припев: / Chorus:
Забравил си да се усмихваш, приятелю. / You've have forgotten to smile, my friend.
Какво става с теб? / What's happening to you?
Това ти ли си? /ти ли си/ / Is that you? / is that you?
И дали ще си пак ти? /когато болката отиде си/ / And are you still going to be you? / when the pain goes away?
Ще тръгнеш ли по правилния път? /пак/ / Are you going to walk on the right path? / again?
Не искам да те виждам потънал в мрак. / I don't want to see you sank in darkness.
Аз знам, че силен си. / I know, that you're strong.
И ние сме с теб! /ние сме с теб/ / And we are with you! / we're with you! (x2)
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Eh, if I'd pick the lyrics that'd describe me well, it would be either those two lines from Funker Vogt's Our Life or the chorus of this. "In a world that I don't want to know, with a message that I'd never want to send..."