Ballata del Dubbio pt. 3 [English translation]
Ballata del Dubbio pt. 3 [English translation]
They're saying "Is it still you?
Isn't he already dead?
What the fuck are you doing here?
You were wrong.
You can't repair it
Mate, you can't even pay it."
Tell me what you want, I don't care
I'd like to lay down on the seashore, but I can't.
Still girls' slaps as cold as the wind
That all 'cause I'm more hot-blooded than they
But they're saying I'm crazy
If I put my heart here in
My organ's slowly dying
On the notes I'm harassing
Making a mess, breaking my vessel
I stay surrounded by waves
The shore's far away
I'm searching for my happiness, but it's been hiding
He hits me with a stick while I can't see it
Blonde-hair girls, black-hair, red-hair, coffing, perhaps dying
Mate, I'd really give you all my veins
To make you inject everything but I can't
So waste your breath
As the man wastes his days
Walking around
We're coming in the furnaces
I'm turning into ash
So I'm getting famous
I broke my vertebras
Just to receive
Some more of that lunacy
Which is instinctive, it's my home
My mind's having a breakdown
Go away
Who promised me happiness
While I'm waiting for it under a soy-sauce-coloured sky
I share my room with my executioner
My eyes are black 'cause they look over, not 'cause I'm handsome
If I had been so I'd have been a model
And I wouldn't have broken my soul to create the songs you call "shit"
Think how's good my life
But I don't believe it, I believe in myself
I'm the best at it
Everyday, from 7am to 11 pm
Joints, beers and coffee
The Devil gives me the ingredients
I buy 20 packets
So I won't get it-less, I'm paranoic as I were a nomad
I'm an addicted
What the fuck do you want from me?
Have I asked you something?
You want me to stop it tomorrow 'cause you think I'm rubbish
You haven't seen my cortex
I'm not a tree, I'm a fortress
I let myself go on a tercet
I cry out
But I'm feeling shadowed
Who did design this shitty world?
Let me know him, I'm going to ged mad at him
I've been fighting him for 26 years
It always cheats me on the sly
So I dance with my doubts
As Kevin with his wolfs
As anxiety with its minutes
On a cliffed way
I dance with my doubts
As I used to dance with her.
- Artist:Gemitaiz
- Album:Quello che vi consiglio pt. 5