A keresés eredménye

MONDAY

Don't worry, you're born with gills in those sewers
I thank myself so, bro, danke
If fame is Inferno then I'm going with Dante
I got dough, I mean, I'm going with cash
If talent is a sentence I'll pay my pledge
My life is like diving in a wooden lake
Maybe I want to leave a hole in you to leave a mark
Since you're looking so though, do it better
Sometimes I feel like I'm burning like lava on fire
I can only laugh when my mother washes my joints
I stare at the mirror asking thousands of question
I'm getting old and wondering what will I do when I'm older
Maybe I'll move to another state and come inside my girl
Lock the doors to the past with my fingers inside
It's better to remain lonely and give you a life to bear
Why should you purchase a rifle just to shoot in the air
 
A racing life, life does not wait
But life is already short, you want your waist tight
I'll let you keep your bag since you care about your life
One day you'll make history and history is endless
I'd love to tell you that one day we'll take all
But with tears in my eyes I have to reveal my trick
We have no friends here, if you're left alone you'll learn
It's diamonds which make us lonely
 
This is another monday of saturday's evening
So could you please leave me alone
I feel like a wolf when the moon is full
I stare at the storm destroying the pier
Have you seen how ugly does the sea look in winter
Lucky me I'm always wearing sunglasses
I don't want company not even in hell
People like me are going to die alone
People like me are going to die alone
People like me are going to die alone
People like me are going to die alone
People like me are going to die alone
 
I fear I could go crazy and go out of my mind
I want to get clean and blame drugs
They say that if it doesn't rain flowers can't grow
I'm optimistic and I'll piss on it
You know, some nights I have a thought
I want to drown but the tide is too low
If I'm still alive it's because since I started writing
Bro I can't breath I live in apnea
This is all so complicated
Some days I play the hangman like Geordie
While counting the money
And I re-think of when I'd float in the sewers with Georgie (hey)
This spinning top which never stops
Reminds me that this nightmare is so real
To make a hole in mu head just to fall down
Just for the pleasure of hurting myself
I sleep in God's cradle
Lost between nothing and goodbye
I texted the creator, he told me
'If you're looking for answers click the link in my bio'
I'm happy for you for learning to smile
I know it's funny but I don't know how to laugh
With my heart in my throat I just want to live, write, die and live again
 
This is another monday of saturday's evening
So could you please leave me alone
I feel like a wolf when the moon is full
I stare at the storm destroying the pier
Have you seen how ugly does the sea look in winter
Lucky me I'm always wearing sunglasses
I don't want company not even in hell
People like me are going to die alone
People like me are going to die alone
People like me are going to die alone
People like me are going to die alone
People like me are going to die alone
 

Forgive me

If I say what I think
I wouldn't have a friend
I am a shit, I admit it
If I think about what I say (ah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive-, Forgive-,
Forgive me (ah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive-, Forgive-,
Forgive me (hey)
 
Rappers of nowadays wear bad (yeah)
And they sing bad (yeah)
And the worse they are the most popular they become (yeah)
Does it seem to be normal to you? (ah)
It is like I now puke on your face (yeah)
You loose your appetite (ah)
The girls you fuck I wouldn't touch them neither with my dog‘s dick (hey)
It is better if you flee
You don’t have the stuff, [stoffa=cloth]
bro, cut and mend (ah)
In Italy nobody works,
but they rob a house
and then go to Gucci (uh)
And what the fuck do you show off (uh)
If you scrap for food (hey)
You are a narrow-minded guy who dreams about salaries (hey)
about writing checks
(I am) a Pirate in the Caribbeans (ah)
I have a karate flow, i pull away the karats from your teeth (ah)
A slap and you wake up
Brain problems,
bro, shut down and restart
Shut down and restart
Saturday evening (brr)
After 4am you have a waxy face
Vacations in Riviera
Licking a pissed pussy which tastes like railing
Who turns on the radio is an over 50, who pumps up at the stadium
A real cuckold never watches into the wardrobe
Bad, bad. Everything fine?
No, bad, bad
Everything fine? No, bad,
bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad hey (hey)
 
I write as clear as possible (ah)
If you don't understand i can summarize (yeah)
Bravò, you have an infallible aim (ah)
But you hit nobody (hey)
 
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive-, Forgive-,
Forgive me (ah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive-, Forgive-,
Forgive me (hey)
 
Forgive the sin (uh)
Remember my name (ah)
You are the loser who dreams about being an actor,
It is a pity, you are the one who dies (ah)
I wi-wi-will stay awake (ah)
When the alarm goes off (ah)
I cannot go on the TV, because if I go
Then I might say blasphemies (oh but G** damned)
Forgive moi [french]
Forgive moi [french]
You are brave [lit. You have liver], bro, patê de foie
If you can distinguish yourself in this city
You are like a zebra with dots (yeah)
Even if I quit smoking (ah)
I listen to you, you seem to be someone (yeah)
Sorry for being humble,
I am one,
You are ten thousands no one [“one, no one and ten thousands” (“uno, nessuno e centomila”) is the title of a book of Luigi Pirandello] (hey)
 
If I say what I think
I wouldn't have a friend
I am a shit, I admit it
If I think about what I say (ah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive-, Forgive-,
Forgive me (ah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive me (yeah)
Forgive-, Forgive-,
Forgive me (hey)
 
I write as clear as possible (ah)
If you don't understand i can summarize (yeah)
Bravò, you have an infallible aim (ah)
But you hit nobody (hey)
Forgive me (ah, yeah)
Forgive me (ah, yeah)
Forgive-, Forgive-,
Forgive me (hey)
 

Salmo 110, 3 Dominare.

Be thou ruler,
even in the midst among thine enemies.
 

Unless the Lord

Unless the Lord build the house,
they have laboured in vain who build it.
Unless the Lord keep the city,
The watchmen waketh but in vain.
 
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90 min

Yah, this is Italy
Schools to the nuns
Favourite team
(Giuro la do ?) I swear you will fuck me
Without a job
No hard feelings
This is Italy, yes
This is Italy, yes
 
This is Italy, guns and dialect
They speak with a thick accent
Bro, it's not that I can't hear you
I really can't understand what the fuck you just said to me
Ristretto [short espresso], caffè corretto [espresso with alcohol]
Summer, fucking Cornetto [ice-cream brand]
Kids that grew up on a football field
Then go down to the square to take a swing
To kiss the rings on cut-off hands
Unemployed with paid holidays
Mafia doesn't do holidays, they will kill you during the summer
They make a TV series, and everything has already been seen, like a déjà vu
Technology that takes you far away
We struggle to speak Italian
Now I have social problems
Luckily, this year we're gonna win the World Championship [in football]
 
Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable
The show is about to begin
It's like flying in economy
But without the sick bags
Bodies covered in scratches
Faces that ask to be slapped
But they always get applause
Applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause
90 minutes of applause [reference to Fantozzi]
 
This is Italy, it's a twisted mind
Shut your mouth or they'll take away your witness protection
News, you know, here don't really inform you
Racists that listen to hip hop
Something's not right
Italy and its snobbish charm
Milan is boredom and smog
It's an old story that is going on for a while
But doesn't end, just like Turandot [the opera]
The powers that be: open accounts but close the ports
Steal money, impossible to oppose them
People smile with cuts on their wrists
 
Ambulance, hey, we are already dead,
Struggling in a sea of hate, drowned by our regrets
I've never seen God but we've met
I hate the Church but I'm Christian
Before being a true Italian, try to be human
 
Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable
The show is about to begin
It's like flying in economy
But without the sick bags
Bodies covered in scratches
Faces that ask to be slapped
But they always get applause
Applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause
90 minutes of applause
 
Summer in Italy, Latin American influence
They are looking for a summer hit
Rum and cocaine, codeine
Seems like they have the 'dog cough'
I loosen the belt
Suck my dick [Spanish slang]
These shitty rappers, I won't let them win
I will return to the top and give them a push
 
Passengers, please be informed that this plane
Is about to crash
Fasten your seat belts
Lebon (??) is at the mic
 
Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable
The show is about to begin
It's like flying in economy
But without the sick bags
Bodies covered in scratches
Faces that ask to be slapped
But they always get applause
Applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause
90 minutes of applause
 

O Gladsome Light

O Gladsome Light of the holy glory of the Immortal Father,
the Heavenly, the Holy, the Blessed Jesus Christ.
 
Now we have come to the setting of the sun and behold the light of evening, we praise God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
 
For it is right at all times to worship Thee with voices of praise,
O Son of God and Giver of Life, therefore all the world glorifies Thee, all the world glorifies Thee, glorifies Thee.
 

Who is so great a God

Who is so great a God as our God?
Thou only art the God that doeth wonders!
 

By the waters of Babylon

By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
Upon the willows, in the midst thereof, we hanged our harps.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
For there, required of us a song, they that had taken us captive.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
And they that had carried us away required of us a hymn, saying: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion”.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.