1. |
SOLemme
04:25
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سعد ناشرة
In the ethereal space
سعد ناشرة
So far from human race
سعد ناشرة
there’s white giant star
سعد ناشرة
Lonely
seated on “the lucky one”
وأتمنى لكم حظا
i said: “au revoir”
لدي الآن للذهاب
i said: “goodbye world”
ربما غدا سوف نرى "بيتي
“maybe”
Leave me where I am
Leave me where I’ll be
Leave me if you can
Stars not falling now
Leave me where I am
Leave me where I’ll be
Leave me if you can
Stars not falling
dice il vecchio profeta
a un’anima perduta
un giorno tu sarai una cometa,
invida e gelosia
nel cuore non tener
la vita sai scivola via,
foreste di cemento
pozzanghere d’amianto
la terra si contorce in un pianto,
spera in un tenero avvenire
di pace e libertà
il mondo forse capirà...
Leave me where I am
Leave me where I’ll be
Leave me if you can
Stars not falling now
Leave me where I am
Leave me where I’ll be
Leave me if you can
Stars not falling
And I know
You’re shining
to keep in me high hope and
I know
you’re there
to bring me good feelings
And I ask
To you
To bring that shine
in everyone’s mind
To light up
their actions, their choices
and their lives
to love and respect dignity
of all men
leave me where I am
leave me if you can
stars not falling now
leave where I am
leave where I’ll be
leave me if you can
stars not falling
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2. |
Plastic Bags
02:56
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Oil,
Black gold and money,
Oil,
science and progress.
Here we're floating like leafs on water
carried on a lazy current
Here we're dying
so much often
are we're running to the death.
We should have known walking this way
could make us sinking but
we wanted to go over the hills
where the stars go
I want to know how does it take
life to pass over
restore it was splendid world
May we have another?
Our planet
a living process,
wasted hopes
like plastic bags
Our planet
a living process,
wasted hopes
like plastic bags
We should have known walking this way
could make us sinking but
we wanted to go over the hills
where the stars go
I want to know how does it take
life to pass over
restore it was splendid world
May we have another?
Our planet
a living process,
wasted hopes
like plastic bags
Our planet
a living process,
wasted hopes
like plastic bags
Our planet
a living process,
wasted hopes
like plastic bags
wasted hopes
like plastic bags
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3. |
95th Floor
04:30
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I get on
in the elevator
and I don't know
how to will end this story
but I get on
on on on
cause I want
to put an end on this story
Tell me why did you do it?
Tell me why I shouldn't do it
I don't care
and stay away from me
Go out of this house
I do not want to see you
leave me alone
without you I'll be better
now i'm here
and i want to watch you
see your face
and tell you that i want you
I get on
on on on
I just need to get on the 95th floor
Floor by Floor
Floor by floor
Floor by floor
Floor by floor
I put one foot forward and
the ground underneath me is gone
take me and stop my falling
take me and stop my falling
I wish explain all to you
but I’m keeping falling down
take me and stop my falling
take me and stop my falling
I do not know if I'm dreaming
or I'm really falling down
take me and stop my falling
take me and stop my falling
I'm flying down in the dark
but I think it is not real
what the hell is going on?
where are you to take me on?
Floor by Floor
Floor by floor
Floor by floor
Floor by floor
I put one foot forward and
the ground underneath me is gone
take me and stop my falling
take me and stop my falling
I'm flying down in the dark
but I think it is not real
what the hell is going on?
where are you to take me on?
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4. |
Royal Money
04:08
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C’era una volta un re che aveva tutto
e non aveva nulla
Invidioso della felicità altrui, convinto che gli altri avessero più cose
decise di intraprendere una guerra per riscattarsi.
Sì signore e signori avete capito bene
Per riscattarsi!
I don't know
but i'm fine
while the world turns strong I am right
and even if
what matters is
only money and blood exist
keep head on!
and watchful eyes!
I don't know
but i'm fine
while the world turns strong I am right
and even if
what matters is
only money and blood exist
keep head on!
and watchful…
and I live for love and smile cause in my life I realized that on the paper
there should be only the rights and the blood should only flow in the veins
Una guerra di 2000 anni combattuta con
Archi Baionette
eserciti con le lance e
Militari con kalashnikow
con cavalli e con aerei
Una guerra egoista, violenta, politica ed anche religiosa.
Una guerra che alla fine,
vide trionfare il RE.
Oggi il re possiede tutto, tutte le persone del mondo
Tutte le cose che esistono…
eppure non possiede nulla,nulla,nulla
I don't know
but i'm fine
while the world turns strong I am right
and even if
what matters is
only money and blood exist
keep head on!
and watchful eyes!
in a world where money is more than the rights of everyone
keep head on!
and watchful eyes!
in a world where money is more than the rights of everyone
everyone.
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5. |
1948
04:32
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Fuoco, Acciaio, Fumo, Nero.
Fatiscenti emozioni, pensieri discordanti
macabra libertà, suoni roboanti
Se prendere le redini di questa giumenta
sazia di vite, di uomini, di prati
di partiti appassiti e mai più coltivati
Se sperare, tentare osare sorridere correre o addirittura amare
Se in questo lago sporco, marcio sordo,
galleggiare o annegare non facesse più la differenza
Se io non facessi più differenza
Se noi..
Fuoco, Acciaio, Sangue, Nero.
Un soffice crepitio… forse…
Julia ooh wait me, look me, find me.
Our love is the real world, wait me, find me.
Don’t say nothing!
Don’t think nothing!
Orthodoxy means not thinking
Not needing to think.
Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
Ooh oh wait me, Ooh look me, find me.
Our love is the real world, wait me, find me
Julia ooh wait me, look me, follow me.
Il nulla è magnificato.
Il nulla è divinizzato.
Il nulla è magnificato.
Il nulla è divinizzato.
Ooh wait me, ooh look me, follow me
Our love is the real world, wait me, follow me
Julia wait me Ooh look me, follow me, Julia Ooh look me, wait me, follow me.
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
STRENGTH
STRENGTH
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6. |
Docks Street
05:30
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Oh, I left her on her own…
I said:
I’m leaving ‘cause I’m done.
I’m leaving ‘cause I’m done.
My Business...simply wrong,
But journey time has come…
Hey Girl, What’s on?
Don’t you ever seen a drunk before?
I Bet you did, we are by the docks street
And I’m sure you able to drink
For all night long.
Hey Girl, don’t you know?
I have little secret to confess:
Last night I shot to death a lady
And, in the wild desert babe, I buried her bones.
Oh wait! What a mess!
That’s my gun and it’s ready to shoot!
I swear: if you’ll calm down,
You’ll be my pretty princess!
I left on his own…
The bones are buried down,
But I kept the gun.
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Coercitiva cosmetica coerenza
La mia stamina magnetica induttanza
La tua vemenza una valvola d’orrore
La morte? una pillola indolore
Ebbri di mari. Rossi acidi e corrosi
Sazi di volti. Teneri giovani e armoniosi
Consumati dalla voglia di aver voluto volere troppo
Sciupati dalla speranza di aver voluto sperare troppo
Camminando alla fine
del vostro barcollante e ridicolo camminare
Solo il nulla. Solo il niente. Soli. Vuoto. Vuoti
Coercitiva cosmetica coerenza
Coercitiva cosmetica coerenza
everything depends on you
are you gonna be a slave today?
Which is the latest trend you want to be eaten by?
Will you stay alive with bloodless vein?
you are a slave like everyone else and
you will be executed one by one
you'll be alone and empty.
E rimarrette li dissanguati dal vostro stesso egoismo
brutti come il peccato
ma con il vestito della festa
appoggiati come oggetti inutili
in un negozio chiuso ormai da tempo
nessuno potrà guardarvi
nessuno potrà apprezzarvi
il vortice vi ha inghiottito
prigionieri di spire
nei più brutti gironi dell'inferno
senza specchio alcuno
urlare non puoi
non c’è più nessuno.
Join the flow
You will not alone
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8. |
Going Over
04:25
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Old rains, black seas
One man dies and another man agrees
Cold blood, broken bones
A rush of soul chased by a laugh
Outside the windows world is burning,
Ice's melting
On the rooftop city stays, staggering
Here are the young men
Someone take these frightening dreams away
Here are the dead soul
To mirror all your faith and on your love
Why the sky looks so grey?
Take your car and spend another day
Outside the windows world is burning,
Ice's melting
On the rooftop city stays, staggering
Here are the young man
Someone take these frightening dreams away
Here are the dead soul
To mirror all your faith and on your love
Here are the young man
Someone take these frightening dreams away
Here are the dead soul
To mirror all your faith and on your …
Life is
Empty ‘cause they have stolen
dreams and bread
But you going
Over
Life is
a gift to be protected
with all the forces and
gooooing
Oveeerrrr !!
Here are the young man
Someone take these frightening dreams away
Here are the dead soul
To mirror all your faith and on your love
Here are the young man
Someone take these frightening dreams away
Here are the dead soul
To mirror all your faith and on your
Love
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9. |
Old Tobia
03:41
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Ho perso l'abitudine di rivederti ancora.
Ho perso l'abitudine di rivederti ancora.
Ho preso l'abitudine di cingerti la gola
e in un secondo stringer per vedere ciò che affiora.
Old Tobia
I’m glad to see you again
Old Tobia
I’m glad to hear you again
Old Tobia
I’m glad to see you again
Old Tobia
In piedi su due zampe nella notte tetra e oscura,
la pelle decomposta e sulla testa una frattura.
Sei ritornato per spiegarmi il senso della vita
io lo capisco dal tuo sguardo privo di paura.
Old Tobia
I’m glad to see you again
Old Tobia
I’m glad to hear you again
Old Tobia
I’m glad to see you again
Old Tobia
Guarda il mio cervello privo di qualsiasi forma,
anche le mie membra un ricordo che non torna.
senti il tuo pensiero coatto come si conforma
la fedeltà mi dicono sia il mio nome sopra
e riporto
Coscienza canina, la voce di un cane morto
la mia vita è dimezzata la mia fame triplicata
la logica invertita di una formula alterata
avere avuto voglia di assaggiare il mondo
non aver la forza di rallentare il secondo
ero un un testimone scomodo ma senza la parola...
ti ho visto fumare che ancora andavi a scuola...
ti ho visto scopare anche senza la morosa...
ma se nella mia b vita non ho detto una parola
caro vecchio amico mio, ora da retta a me:
la risposta è una sola:
non dar retta a chi miagola
e vivi senza la moviola.
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