Windmills - My Summer Fantasie [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
My summer fantasie…
Are you feeling that ease through it all?
Are you feeling that peace? Move along
Are you coming with me?
My summer fantasie
Wrote nostalgia a melody
A cool calm moment to memory
Spit the ocean in the breeze
My summer fantasie…

[Verse 1]
It’s a cold drink in your hand summer jam
While you’re outdoors, go ahead and add me to the list
You can count on, to play it when you want to feel the air more
Rolling down the windows, cruising through your local ant farm
It’s unbelievable how clear today appears for
A moment to enjoy what’s in your ear that you can steer towards
I gather footage, put it in you like a camcord
And save it like a memory to keep you on the dance floor
I’ll understand it, if I caught you with your pants off
Down around your ankles, how we’re making such an anthem
But every summer that we have they always have one
I’m here to let you know where you can get the sound from
I got the weather telling me to take the chance
To embrace we go together as if though we were holding hands, ugh!
Relax and slide into the groove I’m coming with
As the temperature combines. Look how beautiful it is, huh
The minimum of clothes you wear to be prepared
When the sun is hot enough to turn the water into sand
And the parties never end, yet they need a loud thump!
To the people screaming like a bunch of town drunks
With my words feeling good as doing the deed
As though can turn a war zone into shooting the breeze
The time of my life is what the drums give to my lungs
I’m blowing speakers with another one to show how it’s done. Come on

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[Verse 2]
I’m for the early morning coffee with the sun in your face;
To be a part of what it’s holding from the moment you wake
And I’m around. A tall tree to climb, branching out
While these others still haven’t figured how to chop me down
I’m about, the bass straight pounding, lyrics fresh made
Hitting hard enough to break your motherfucking chest plate!
The sun as the big criticism that you’re living with
I’m young and driven by the rhythm to envision it
But what a day it is to put away those images
Continuing to pick your brain of what the devil’s mission is
Summer brought my first record to hold
Got milk crates in the back of a grocery store
Alone for hours trying to figure out the way of the pros
Broke so many crossfaders when I started at home
I keep on telling emcees, don’t lose what you have
For you to make yourself better, you just do what you can, ha!
Yet, when I bring the kind of drama that you’re looking for
They’re feeding off the need to be more of an attention whore
Even wrote this at the beach on a post card
For me to have a scenic view, fresher than my own thoughts
Live it how you want to live it, I’m thinking a mile a minute of my opinion
On why I’m here to visit life. I’ve written ‘til I’m the image of, “is he winning?”
Or is it a cry for help to admit that I’ll never get it right?
The real thing from losing more than I’ve won
And you don’t have to like me to respect the things that I’ve done
Because I’ve imaged at least over half of you rap fans
Being met with a lit cigarette and a gas can

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