Molotov
Madame Saatan Lyrics
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Em meus olhos agora
O tempo dispara, suicida personagens em nós
As horas, silêncio, lugar
Pressa pra esquecer de mais nada
Até a nova despedida, palavras distorcidas
Sentindo a rigidez
Alguns pensamentos indo embora
Certezas que chegarão tarde
Talvez escreva o que eu não possa antes de apagar
Eu brindo à solidão molotov
Lugar que caímos de vez em quando
Sintonia, vinho, por quê deixado em cada linha solta
Um adeus depois
Certeza que sempre haverá sentido algum
Aquelas palavras escondem o que a respiração denuncia
Sentindo a rigidez
Alguns pensamentos indo embora
Dúvidas se aproximando
Certezas que chegarão tarde
Talvez escreva o que eu não possa antes de apagar
Sentindo
A solidez do que é volátil em silêncio
Sentindo
A respiração denunciar
Ironia era espelho, endereço falso
Nossas primeiras fugas
O que a realidade transformou na melhor e pior desculpa
Algum fragmento, alguma forma
O que nunca vivemos, mas que dissemos
Ainda haverá algum tempo?
The lyrics of Madame Saatan's song Molotov speak of the feeling of solidity in the midst of volatility, of rushing to forget and uncertain thoughts approaching. The first stanza describes the physical sensation of a foreign body in the eyes and the ticking of time, as the characters within us race towards their end. The urgency to forget everything is palpable, leading up to the distortion of words during the new farewell. Amidst these thoughts, some are leaving while doubts and certainties approach, with the singer wanting to write about what they can't say before it disappears.
The second stanza appears to describe a toast to the "molotov loneliness," a place where they fall occasionally. The melancholic feeling is paired with the resonance and wine, both of which are left in every stray line. The goodbye is inevitable, but there is a certainty that some sense will always exist. The words hiding what breathing reveals, the solidity of volatile silence, and the irony of false addresses and first escapades are also mentioned. The singer questions if there will be time left to experience something we haven't dared yet.
Overall, this song speaks of the volatile nature of life and love, of how everything can come crashing down in a moment and how we have to savor every instance that we can. The lyrics paint a picture of someone struggling to find meaning in their relationships and in life, finding comfort in the moments of solemnity.
Line by Line Meaning
Eu sinto a solidez de um corpo estranho
I feel the solidity of a strange body, something unfamiliar and foreign.
Em meus olhos agora
That is reflected in my eyes right now.
O tempo dispara, suicida personagens em nós
Time rushes by, killing off characters within us.
As horas, silêncio, lugar
Hours go by quietly in this place.
Pressa pra esquecer de mais nada
We hurry to forget about everything else.
Até a nova despedida, palavras distorcidas
Until the next farewell, as distorted words are exchanged.
Sentindo a rigidez
Feeling stiff, stuck in place.
Alguns pensamentos indo embora
Some thoughts slipping away.
Dúvidas se aproximando
Doubts creeping in.
Certezas que chegarão tarde
Certainties that arrive too late.
Talvez escreva o que eu não possa antes de apagar
Perhaps I'll write what I cannot say before it's too late.
Eu brindo à solidão molotov
I toast to the Molotov loneliness, the kind that can explode at any moment.
Lugar que caímos de vez em quando
A place where we fall every so often.
Sintonia, vinho, por quê deixado em cada linha solta
Harmony, wine, something left unsaid with each word.
Um adeus depois
A goodbye to come later.
Certeza que sempre haverá sentido algum
The certainty that there will always be some meaning.
Aquelas palavras escondem o que a respiração denuncia
Those words hide what our breath reveals.
Sentindo a rigidez
Feeling stiff, stuck in place.
Alguns pensamentos indo embora
Some thoughts slipping away.
Dúvidas se aproximando
Doubts creeping in.
Certezas que chegarão tarde
Certainties that arrive too late.
Talvez escreva o que eu não possa antes de apagar
Perhaps I'll write what I cannot say before it's too late.
Sentindo
Feeling
A solidez do que é volátil em silêncio
The solidity of what is volatile in silence.
Sentindo
Feeling
A respiração denunciar
Our breath revealing the truth.
Ironia era espelho, endereço falso
Irony was a mirror, a false address.
Nossas primeiras fugas
Our first escapes.
O que a realidade transformou na melhor e pior desculpa
What reality turned into the best and worst excuse.
Algum fragmento, alguma forma
Some fragment, some form.
O que nunca vivemos, mas que dissemos
What we never experienced, but said we did.
Ainda haverá algum tempo?
Will there still be time?
Contributed by Aria R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.