27.04.2024
Labadessa - Montesanto Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
English
Montesanto
(hey, I'm just leaving,so I think... uhm,
in one hour and a half-ish I should be at Montesanto
so... see you there)
I'm waiting for you, my fists clenched
amidst the hanging clothes
drenched just like them
my phone is on
and I wait for your call
amidst the cloth, hanging
I get a pizza
don't leave me hanging
And tell me when,
tell me where
I'll meet you, my love
don't leave me hanging
In the Cumana railway at Montesanto station
They spat on my head
But i didn't give up
And tell me when,
tell me where
I'll catch you, my love
Don't leave me hanging
In the Cumana at Montesanto
With no ticket in my pocket
and, like the clothes, hanging
(Listen, my phone is about to go off
This is, like, the twentieth cigarette I smoke
I'm not hearing from you, I don't know where you are
I've been waiting for three hours
You're not even reading my messages, I don't know
You're making me worry, I mean,
I'm going to catch the subway
Eh, no big deal
I don't where you are, don't know... don't know)
In the Cumana at Montesanto
They spat on my head
But I didn't give up
And tell me when,
tell me where
I'll meet you, my love
don't leave me hanging
In the Cumana at Montesanto
They spat on my head
But I didn't give up
And tell me when,
tell me where
I'll catch you, my love
and you left me hanging
In the Cumana at Montesanto
With no ticket in my pocket
and, like the clothes, hanging
And tell me when,
tell me where
I'll meet you, my love
don't leave me hanging
In the Cumana at Montesanto
They spat on my head
But I didn't give up
And tell me when,
tell me where
I'll catch you, my love
don't leave me hanging
In the Cumana at Montesanto
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