Picasso English Translation Lyrics by EPEX
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Yeah, the embers inside me fade away,
Piling up, the ashes of defeat.
Instead of stopping here,
I’ll burn my passion to the end.
No matter what the world spits at me,
I keep fighting my own battle.
Dreams are a giant loom,
And through it, I weave my art.
If you can imagine it, it’s already real.
Don’t hold back—struggle with all your might.
The outline of dreams in my mind, I dessin,
Like a madman, I color every blank space.
The shade that blocks my way,
I sketch the hidden possibilities.
My dream won’t just disappear—
It’s no vanishing point.
Going on my way.
Yeah, the limitless bounds of imagination,
I haven’t even filled half.
Even if darkness tries to stop me,
Every day I paint like Picasso.
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Yeah, raising the pixels of my dreams,
Gripping the brush even tighter.
Tonight, pure white again,
Always paint like Picasso.
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
In this endless darkness, I set sail,
Riding the fragments, moving far.
It begins—a midnight cruise,
Perfecting my style along the journey.
No more surrendering,
To the shadows gnawing at my heart.
Splatter the paint, shine the light,
Where light and dark collide in an instant.
This relentless midnight,
My vision blocked—
But the darker it gets,
The brighter the stars shine.
Test every possible light,
My dream’s still a blank page.
On pure white innocence,
I color all my hopes.
The flame reignites,
Awakening all my senses.
Inspiration blooms in sorrow,
Following its traces.
Going on my way.
Yeah, the limitless bounds of imagination,
I haven’t even filled half.
Even if darkness tries to stop me,
Every day I paint like Picasso.
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Yeah, raising the pixels of my dreams,
Gripping the brush even tighter.
Tonight, pure white again,
Always paint like Picasso.
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Picasso Picasso Picasso, like what?
Someone living in reality
Says it’s all in vain.
I don’t care, it’s fine,
I’ll do it my way.
Behind the blinding possibilities,
Even the shadows cast—love them, yeah.
I’m ready to go,
Even if I fall, I’ll burn my soul.