Anastasio - La fine del mondo Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

The end of the world

Wait, I'm not ready yet
Look, I still have the label I can't
ride a bike or go a hundred miles an hour
I've never run in a marathon, overcome obstacles
I've never seen Maradona's Naples
I've got my licences expired for a while
The poetic one to renew or to get rid of
I move the hourglass to horizontal to stop time
As long as you stop blowing
to change the wind
And the cold comes forward, the synthetic soul and
anxiety's aesthetic
And if today I could change the world I would do it tomorrow
 
Don't fuck with me with this rush to make up minds, leave me alone, don't make me get out of bed
Get off me with this rush to make up minds,
you, don't make me get out of bed
Don't fuck with me with this rush to make up minds, leave me alone, don't make me get out of bed
Get off me with this rush to make up minds,
you, don't make me get out of bed
 
I'll never get out,
of this unmade and dirty bed
that pulls me down to the bottom
and that's deep like a well
And I repeat myself: get up, at least move
but these sheets are like quicksand
And I'm not even tired, but if I get up
I go back to face the world
 
And they're rainy days
I've mastered the game
I'm weak and it changes rules as it
pleases and it always wins
And it always wins
and, man, I should get into it again
against traffic, with headlight off I touch 120 miles per hour
 
But the world still ignores me
I don't see it anymore
No wind is blowing I don't even
feel the air on my face as I fall down
But I don't want to pretend its' nothing
if when I look around I only see dead faces
 
I... I dream of a world that ends wothily
That blows up
Not that slowly dies
I dream of leds and spotlight at the Sistine Chapel
I dream of a plant with amazing bass
I dream of a crowd that jumps as one till it breaks the marble, till it cracks the frescoes
I dream of the last judgement falling apart and falling into confetti onto a dancing vandals crowd
I see them in slow motion,
billions of lives, as I'm leading the meteorite
I'm pointing there
 
I dream of leds and spotlight at the Sistine Chapel
I dream of a plant with amazing bass
I dream of a crowd that jumps as one till it breaks the marble, till it cracks the frescoes
I dream of the last judgement falling apart and falling into confetti onto a dancing vandals crowd
I see them in slow motion,
billions of lives, as I'm leading the meteorite
I'm pointing there
 
I dream of the last judgement falling apart and falling into confetti onto a dancing vandals crowd
I see them in slow motion,
billions of lives, as I'm leading the meteorite
I'm pointing there
 


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