XamVolo - Jet-Black Feathers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Oh wait hold on a sec
I thought a brother wouldn't last, and-
Fortune was found in a casket
Bright lights fame unsurpassed, and-
Oh wait hold on a sec
What about Bluegrass and Brass, and-
"Jazz gon' save the middle class" with-
Flat caps and dark sunglasses

[Hook]
Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..)
So this is the indoor cloud, is it?
I promised that I wouldn't go loud with it
Not quite the same as a vow is it?
Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..)
To the indoor cloud
I promised that I wouldn't go loud
Before the dark come-a take me away

[Secondary Hook]
And I get paid
Like my guys say:
"Stick to the plan boy" and nothing's changed
"When this wind falls, we by Lambos
Hit the main roads, race 'em all, together ('gether)"
Drifting weather, trade in peace for these jet-black feathers
(Trade in peace for these jet-black feathers?)
Kings of the street to these middle class beggars, clever
And we ask how we got here
And we say do your best sir, do your best sir
Do your best to-

[Hook]
Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..)
To the indoor cloud, is it?
I promised that I wouldn't go loud with it
Not quite the same as a vow is it, now?
Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..)
I promised that I wouldn't get proud
Before the dark come-a take me away

[Verse 2]
Oh wait hold on a sec, it's about 2:59
You done missed your flight
If you could turn back time, and-
Oh wait hold on a sec, you realised you can't
Because your blood runs red
Better get your ass to Japan somehow

[Hook]
Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..)
So this is the indoor cloud
You promised that you wouldn't get proud
Not quite the same as a vow is it, now?
Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..)
To the indoor cloud
You promised that you wouldn't get proud
Before the dark come-a take you away

[Secondary Hook]
And you get paid
Like your guys say:
"Stick to the plan boy" and nothing's changed
"When this wind falls, we by Lambos
Hit the main roads, race 'em all, together ('gether)"
Drifting weather, trade in peace for these jet-black feathers
(Trade in peace for these jet-black feathers?)
Kings of the street to these middle class beggars, clever
And we ask how
And we say do, And we say do
And we do your best sir
And we ask how we got here
And we say do your best sir, do your best sir
Do your best to-

[Hook]
Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..)
Do your best sir..
Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..)
To the indoor cloud
I promised that I wouldn't get proud
Before the dark come-a take me away..