Lo Stato Sociale - Niente di speciale Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Nothing special
How can I tell you that I don't like your sister's name
Your motor brake and you keeping me hidden from the eyes of the world
When is the world you cannot see?
And all your advice is of little use
I'm very good at making mistakes on my own
How can I keep this song away from those who shouldn't listen to it?
If you knew what I wrote about you, my publisher would make a contract
You would take me to Sarajevo in the autumn of thirty years and you should not work anymore
And I walk to the phone on a tour of God even now that I've learned to play a bit
Because you're like me
The lighter you are, the less you are superficial
I dreamed of you in a FS office, sang in French at the complaints desk
They made fun of all my friends disguised as dancers and dwarfs
What are you really afraid of?
Maybe the cat escapes down the stairs?
You do not know how much I envy the animals
They always know whom to return to
I would like a Sunday afternoon for every Monday that I could not start
But we are a story that can not be told
We have nothing special
It was not that I'm afraid of growing up and you of swimming
And you can tell me that you love me but only until you leave the elevator
Yet you also feel that we made the same mistake
Do you know that those who sleep in the beds have their mouths open to bite?
Do you know it's easy to hate the earthquake?
The difficult is to build up
Do you know that I felt sorry for you?
Do not choose is like choose to undergo
It is not dreaming that helps to live
It is living that must help you to dream
So keep the blanket
I'm very good at being cold alone
Keep your discrete selfishness
If you are not able to have it in the light of the sun
Keep my words
That you have thirty-five square meters to furnish
In fact, keep my hair still
Without you I can not breathe anymore
I dreamed of you in a FS office, sang in French at the complaints desk
They made fun of all my friends disguised as dancers and dwarfs
What are you really afraid of?
Maybe the cat escapes down the stairs?
You do not know how much I envy the animals
They always understand who to return to
I would like a Sunday afternoon for every Monday that I could not start
But we are a story that can not be said
We have nothing special
It was not that I'm afraid of growing up and you of swimming
And you can tell me that you love me but only until you leave the elevator
Yet you also feel that we made the same mistake
Hold my hands, you will not drown
Hold my hands, you will not drown (ai, ai)
Hold my hands, you will not drown (ai, ai)
Hold my hands, you will not drown (ai, ai)
Hold my hands, you will not drown (ai, ai)
You may be able to drink, but you will not drown (ai)
Whenever you choose, choose the type of slave you will not be (ai, ai)
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25.11.2024
Chrysanthemum
(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
25.11.2024
Mr. Gershwin
In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
25.11.2024
In Vain
Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
25.11.2024
Going even further (Reprise)
Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further