Borra Qatt Ma Rajt IV. Ir-Realizzazzjoni

Contemporary symphonic rock, dramatic, acoustic guitar, chilling, orchestral, intense, powerful

(English lyrics available)

- Maltese -
[verse]
Ix-xemx li ddawwalli t-trejqa 
Tnixxef it-traċċi tal-battalja 
Il-foga tersaq, tinsab l-bqija 
Mill-bogħod, l-għajta li stennejt nisma' 
Issa la ma' fadalx l-ebda twegħira 
u x-xita tinsab minsija 
hekk nista nkompli l-mixja 
Mill-bogħod, l-abjad li fittixt nara

[pre-chorus]
Qniepen ma' nismax 
Iktar ħdejn il-barrani 
Baħar u l-baxx 
Mhux iktar fil-qrib

[Chorus]
Borra qatt ma rajt 
Tlaqt kollox biex infettixha 
Fil-futur jien fdajt 
u fl-aħħar waqajt fil-fixxa 
Il-perfezzjoni blajt
U s-sagrfiċċju ma' tajtx (kas)
Jiena waħdi qbist il-ħajt
u mill-familjari sseparajt

[verse 2]
Il-borra ġġibli l-kesħa 
u tistenbaħ battalja oħra 
Il-foga tersaq, tersaq lejja 
Ħdejja, l-għajjat tas-soltu ma' nismax 
Insib ruħi f'żewġt piedi mgħarrqa 
L-assenza tal-kulur iġġib il-fixkla 
ma nsibx mument wieħed ta' serħan 
Fl-għana ma kontx nistenna n-nixfa

[pre-chorus 2]
Festin ma' nismax 
Għawnekk fuq l-għolja 
Il-lingwa Maltija 
Mhux iktar fil-qrib

[Chorus 2]
F'din ir-realtà ġdida 
Li domt biex insib 
Hemm fija ninġazza 
Nitlob għal ftit qtir 
Li bija kont imfissda 
sa punt li kont nimla bir 
Insejt kollox warajja 
Bħal kif insejt il-grazzi

- English -
[Verse]
The sun that illuminates my path
Dries the traces of my efforts.
The fog dissipates, and what remains is found.
From afar, the call I’ve been waiting for is heard.
Now that no obstacles remain,
And the rain is forgotten,
I can continue my journey.
From a distance, I see the whiteness I’ve yearned for.

[Pre-Chorus]
I no longer hear church bells
In this foreign world.
The beach and the shallows
Are no longer near.

[Chorus]
I’ve never seen snow.
I gave everything to find it.
I placed all my trust in the future,
And in the end, I hit rock bottom.
In perfection, I gullibly believed,
Never sparing a thought for the sacrifices.
Alone, I crossed borders
And left the familiar behind.

[Verse 2]
The snow brings the cold,
Awakening another struggle.
The fog returns to me.
Nearby, the usual sounds fade into silence.
I find myself buried two inches deep.
The absence of color brings confusion.
I find no moment of peace.
In wealth, I never expected drought.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I hear no feasts
Here on the hill.
The Maltese language
Is no longer near.

[Chorus 2]
In this new reality
That I once longed for,
I freeze within it
And pray for just a few drops
Of what once spoiled me
Enough to fill a well.
I left everything behind,
Just as I forgot to give thanks.

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(English lyrics available) - Maltese - [verse] Ix-xemx li ddawwalli t-trejqa Tnixxef it-traċċi tal-battalja Il-foga tersaq, tinsab l-bqija Mill-bogħod, l-għajta li stennejt nisma' Issa la ma' fadalx l-ebda twegħira u x-xita tinsab minsija hekk nista nkompli l-mixja Mill-bogħod, l-abjad li fittixt nara [pre-chorus] Qniepen ma' nismax Iktar ħdejn il-barrani Baħar u l-baxx Mhux iktar fil-qrib [Chorus] Borra qatt ma rajt Tlaqt kollox biex infettixha Fil-futur jien fdajt u fl-aħħar waqajt fil-fixxa Il-perfezzjoni blajt U s-sagrfiċċju ma' tajtx (kas) Jiena waħdi qbist il-ħajt u mill-familjari sseparajt [verse 2] Il-borra ġġibli l-kesħa u tistenbaħ battalja oħra Il-foga tersaq, tersaq lejja Ħdejja, l-għajjat tas-soltu ma' nismax Insib ruħi f'żewġt piedi mgħarrqa L-assenza tal-kulur iġġib il-fixkla ma nsibx mument wieħed ta' serħan Fl-għana ma kontx nistenna n-nixfa [pre-chorus 2] Festin ma' nismax Għawnekk fuq l-għolja Il-lingwa Maltija Mhux iktar fil-qrib [Chorus] Borra qatt ma rajt Tlaqt kollox biex infettixha Fil-futur jien fdajt u fl-aħħar waqajt fil-fixxa Il-perfezzjoni blajt U s-sagrfiċċju ma' tajtx (kas) Jiena waħdi qbist il-ħajt u mill-familjari sseparajt [Chorus 2] F'din ir-realtà ġdida Li domt biex insib Hemm fija ninġazza Nitlob għal ftit qtir Li bija kont imfissda sa punt li kont nimla bir Insejt kollox warajja Bħal kif insejt il-grazzi [Chorus] Borra qatt ma rajt Tlaqt kollox biex infettixha Fil-futur jien fdajt u fl-aħħar waqajt fil-fixxa Il-perfezzjoni blajt U s-sagrfiċċju ma' tajtx (kas) Jiena waħdi qbist il-ħajt u mill-familjari sseparajt - English - [Verse] The sun that illuminates my path Dries the traces of my efforts. The fog dissipates, and what remains is found. From afar, the call I’ve been waiting for is heard. Now that no obstacles remain, And the rain is forgotten, I can continue my journey. From a distance, I see the whiteness I’ve yearned for. [Pre-Chorus] I no longer hear church bells In this foreign world. The beach and the shallows Are no longer near. [Chorus] I’ve never seen snow. I gave everything to find it. I placed all my trust in the future, And in the end, I hit rock bottom. In perfection, I gullibly believed, Never sparing a thought for the sacrifices. Alone, I crossed borders And left the familiar behind. [Verse 2] The snow brings the cold, Awakening another struggle. The fog returns to me. Nearby, the usual sounds fade into silence. I find myself buried two inches deep. The absence of color brings confusion. I find no moment of peace. In wealth, I never expected drought. [Pre-Chorus 2] I hear no feasts Here on the hill. The Maltese language Is no longer near. [Chorus] I’ve never seen snow. I gave everything to find it. I placed all my trust in the future, And in the end, I hit rock bottom. In perfection, I gullibly believed, Never sparing a thought for the sacrifices. Alone, I crossed borders And left the familiar behind. [Chorus 2] In this new reality That I once longed for, I freeze within it And pray for just a few drops Of what once spoiled me Enough to fill a well. I left everything behind, Just as I forgot to give thanks. [Chorus] I’ve never seen snow. I gave everything to find it. I placed all my trust in the future, And in the end, I hit rock bottom. In perfection, I gullibly believed, Never sparing a thought for the sacrifices. Alone, I crossed borders And left the familiar behind.

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