A keresés eredménye

Let me go

Answer to the most important question
What do you think my mother says to me?
She can't understand a thing
About what I am
About how I can walk down the street
She hasn't seen me, not even by mistake,
When I had my face on the ground
 
And tell me if you remember my hands
You think you are right
You can't understand a thing
Go buy cigarettes
I don't want to walk the way
I think I will retreat in time
Before they'll reject me
 
Come on, turn this fucking radio's volume up
DJ, chew this past
It slides off the skin and you can feel the night
The echo of when you get mad
You call me in the evening and I answer at 7
Come on, turn this fucking radio's volume up
DJ, chew this past
It slides off the skin and you can feel the night
The echo of when you get mad
You call me in the evening and I answer at 7
 
I took the guitar
Do you hear this voice
The meadows are blooming
Answer (I took the guitar)
To the most important question
(Do you hear this voice)
What I am and how I can
Walk down the street
(The meadows are blooming)
 
And tell me if I've ruined your plans
(I took the guitar)
I close the house's doors
I beg you to let me go
(Do you hear this voice)
And I repeat to myself to stay calm
The right time always comes by chance
I think I'll throw myself again in time
(The meadows are blooming)
 
Come on, turn this fucking radio's volume up
DJ, chew this past
It slides off the skin and you can feel the night
The echo of when you get mad
You call me in the evening and I answer at 7
Come on, turn this fucking radio's volume up
DJ, chew this past
It slides off the skin and you can feel the night
The echo of when you get mad
You call me in the evening and I answer at 7
 

Let Me Go

Respond to the most important question:
What do you believe (think) my mother will tell me?
She is unable to understand anything
about what I am, about how I’m supposed to walk on the street
She didn’t see me, not even by chance
when I had my face on the ground
And tell me if you remember my hands
You think you’re right
You can’t understand anything
You go to buy cigarettes
I don’t feel like walking along
I think that I will withdraw in time
before they reject me
 
And c’mon, turn up this shit on the radio
DJ, chew on this past
Slip away from my skin and the night is heard
The echo of when you’re mad
You call me at night and I respond at 07
And c’mon, turn up this shit on the radio
DJ, chew on this past
Slip away from my skin and the night is heard
The echo of when you’re mad
You call me at night and I respond at 07
 
I got the guitar
Do you hear this voice?
The meadows are flowering
Respond (I got the guitar)
To the most important question: (Do you hear this voice?)
What am I and how am I supposed to walk on the street? (the meadows are flowering)
And tell me if I ruined your plans (I got the guitar)
I close the house’s doors
I beg you, let me go (Do you hear this voice?)
And I repeat to myself to stay calm
The right time happens by chance
I think that I’ll throw myself back in time (the meadows are flowering)
 
And c’mon, turn up this shit on the radio
DJ, chew on this past
Slip away from my skin and the night is heard
The echo of when you’re mad
You call me at night and I respond at 07
And c’mon, turn up this shit on the radio
DJ, chew on this past
Slip away from my skin and the night is heard
The echo of when you’re mad
You call me at night and I respond at 07