Lo Stato Sociale - Sono così indie 2018 Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
I'm So Indie 2018
What's it called? Yoga?
Parinama
Parinama
You there, bravo
Oh guys, I've got our breakthrough, fitness music
So, in all the gyms they'll manufacture our songs (whoo)
Yoga parinama, water aerobics (beautiful), zumba, spinning (go), step
I'm going for a little jog and then I'll send it, eh, bye
Corsettina di Mastrota, dance, dance
With this music, work out, work out
Tell him
I'm so indie to use the word indie for 10 years and nobody has still understood what thing they want to say (eh)
But we go to Sanremo but that's not a very indie thing to do
We make a Best Of but that's not a very indie thing to do
We don't swear and that's not a very indie attitude (but go fuck yourself)
But you say that now indie is in style so fuck all we do, fuck what we want (yes)
I'm so indie to come last at the festival of Italian songs
To come second and to complain about the fraud
To come third and they ask me the reason I go to the bathroom
To arrive late for the grand gala
To arrive late and they've closed the free bar (but how?)
I'm so indie that I'm a go-getter, but I'm delayed
I'm fucking sick of punctuality because it's a product of capitalism
I'm so indie to pay taxes
Nothing is darker than losing weight and doing well with everything
And now that I am an Italian citizen I also complain about how much shit I want
And those guys make 35 euros a day and those other guys have salaries of gold
And Mentana from Casapound because we are all equal if we are a legitimate democracy (but 'vai in mona!')*
And then the offense of torture in Italy and the controversial topic in the new single (commercialized)
Jobs act and the controversial topic in the new single (sold)
Civil freedoms and the controversial topic in the new single
Losers, if you were even interested in what happens around us, the music would seem more beautiful
I'm so indie that I like to go to dance
I'm so indie to always be on the list of who's playing
I'm so indie that I've started to DJ
I'm like this and soon an EP will come out
I'm so indie, whoa
I'm so indie, whoa
I'm so indie that I've started to scratch
And in the end I've broken all my dad's vinyls
Oh, finally
What?
I've grown up
No
Bye mom, I'm going out
Where are you going?
I'm going to perform a sold out
No
Bye
Come back
Bye
Eh, he's gone
I'm so indie that I wear red shoes of a famous vlogger
I take off the red shoes of the famous vlogger and I wear the fluorescent ones of a famous footballer
I take off the fluorescent shoes of the famous footballer and I ride barefoot
I've told Jovanotti (hey guys) that it's a green eco-friendly thing and they do not stink up your feet
You guys are so indie that you believe all the shit you read on social media
I'm so indie that I take the photo in the charts above Tiziano Ferro
My aunt thinks that I'm famous and the landlord thinks that I'm fucking up the rent
The truth is that I go out every evening to drink beers and then in two months I've run out of money
I'll wait for you all at the gate, ugly social fuckheads
Mara, it's always a pleasure
Wah...
I'm so indie that I build a career out of lists of songs
I'm so indie, I'm fucking sick of it, We were so wrong, This is a great country, A life on vacation
I'm so indie that I would mention my band
Because we're here from so little and hell, it's all our fault
Finally some credit that's not of Manuel Agnelli
I'm so indie that I go on a TV program from Fazio (wow)
On a radio program from the funny one (what was his name?)
On Spotify on your phone
And by now I don't know anymore if I make music for people (what a crazy offer)
Or for appliances (only for today, the last opportunity)
Someone turn off Mastrota
I'm so indie that I like to go to dance
I'm so indie to always be on the list of who's playing
I'm so indie that I've started to DJ
I'm like this and soon an EP will come out
I'm so indie, whoa
I'm so indie, whoa
I'm so indie that I've started to scratch and in the end I've broken all my dad's vinyls
And then the beard, only the beard, once upon a time in the club the ones with the beards were the weirdest
Now those with the table are left with only the metal T-shirts and some acetate suits
Like Fidel in Cuba, with the Pope or with Gianni Minà (Gianni Minà)
I'm so indie that Avicii produces it, but then he steals the bike
J-Ax sings the refrain if the Rolex are enough
Stato Sociale, I'm not in it
Levante is invited to the concert, Nina Zilli or another that hates calling herself Claudia
But my name is Chiara (yes Claudia)
I'm so indie that I write lyrics that rock (ahia)
Music that rocks (ahia)
Production that rocks (it ends badly)
I put myself out there, that's my face (eh)
But that inevitably breaks
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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