R.I.P [English translation]
R.I.P [English translation]
On the earth we have always been the worse
We'll go to heaven in a rain of flowers
You'll then regret these bastards
that write their lives inside songs.
Today you don't know who you yesterday were
Now you know that you're better than before
Still dressed in black
Because it's a black and white movie that can't get colored.
An Iron pushed on your throath, you're fucked up, fly
When I red about that incident I felt a pain in my heart
For this filthy stories I can't find the words
that you remember only after your death
Tomorrow you'll implore, only a fucked up day here outside
We'll stay alive only on these audio tracks
My voice from the stereo inside your car
Every car has to explode
Push (the accelerator) and hit the dashboard with your fists
It´s all you have till the first roadblock
Kids grown up on the benches like us,
with mopeds and rubber shoes
When we were children we dreamt about this shit,
put your hands under her skirt
put my hands on this mixture
after passing it three times,
you think it's shit till you taste it.
I drive against the traffic for the whole avenue on these wheel spokes
There's not even a dead dog around here.
At my funeral, bro, with Moncler jackets
these guys are as crazy as me
we're going to heaven in a coupé
The sky remains the limit for people like me
Like me, like me
Like me, like me, like me
Like me, like me, like me
Like me, like me
We'll go to paradise, hell is here outside
Cavalli buckles on my trousers
Dust took the best ones away
God remember us, remember these names
Pray for these crazy guys, like me
We, re going to heaven on a Coupé
The sky remains the limit for people like me
Like me, like me
In this neighborhood there´s not a dog anymore
Stop hunting when you don't feel hunger
this chapter is still not finished
The facade is empty like my fridge
You don't know anything about it, my friend
How much does this shit cost? You know it? Nothing
It costs people's blood, for the people
From the streets, in the streets
puts a brother against his brother (how it's possible?)
This place makes people greedy and dead inside
Dead flowers on a tombstone, struggling souls
Inside the traffic with my mobile phone
as if there's nothing better to do.
A sea is inside me, boy
write the names of my friends on the benches
God remember these rhymes
I won't forget where I came from, no way
without luggage, alone at the airport.
At my funeral, bro, with Moncler jackets
these guys are as crazy as me
we're going to heaven in a coupé
The sky remains the limit for people like me
Like me, like me
Like me, like me, like me
Like me, like me, like me
Like me, like me
We'll go to paradise, hell is here outside
Cavalli buckles on my trousers
Dust took the best ones away
God remember us, remember these names
Pray for these crazy guys, like me
We, re going to heaven on a coupé
The sky remains the limit for people like me
Like me, like me
- Artist:Noyz Narcos
- Album:Enemy