29.04.2024
Tiziano Ferro - L Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
English
The Angel of Others and of Ourselves
Okay, okay, oh.I'll tell you a countryside story
'cause the less you listen to it, the more it starts again.
I'll tell you a story tonight
'cause the less you believe it, the more real it becomes.
And in my head, I wanted only silence,
I ran towards joy but I got there in third place.
I wanted happiness like in a dream
but it's almost a year now since I haven't slept a second.
And I can only think of the incident,
my friends pretend nothing happened.
And there is more than one witness, but
no one screams about me being dead.
Enough with watching amidst things to discover the beauty's a bit distracted.
Only by capturing your instinct, you finally give yourself away to certainty.
Because the answers are hidden, forsaken in a memory and its reflection.
Maybe you're looking for an angel but each one of us is the angel of others and of ourselves.
I live stoned but a stone a day.
I'm waiting for the deadly one but I don't break down.
I read letters conjugated in the present,
in the voice of the verb 'I can't, I remain absent'.
Free - always.
Satisfied - not at all.
Cast away, still.
Taken for granted - the time will come.
Enough with watching amidst things to discover the beauty's a bit distracted.
Only by capturing your instinct, you finally give yourself away to certainty.
Because the answers are hidden, forsaken in a memory and its reflection.
Maybe you're looking for an angel but each one of us is the angel of others and of ourselves.
I'm my own angel, this is why I don't believe in myself.
I'm free from excess but enslaved to rhymes and lexicon.
I pray while looking at my reflection in the ponds,
while a Lamborghini slashes mud on my jeans and my parka.
I no longer suffer from everyone else's problems,
I only have time to think of them, like the wealthy.
You say, 'Online everything is on top, therefore it's good to be here'.
Life imposes your stops,
life was left behind in telegrams.
I don't flaunt my pain like a banner
even though it'd do me a favour because it increases the audience.
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow, the same plot, Sophia Loren.
I should give myself a wake-up call, time blows the hours away.
I leave, a new ex, a heart of gold, an ex vote,
I overfill the void, I explode.
I know that one day I will only be an ex 'famous'.
I go out, I fly under the strobelights,
then I grab you in my dreams, put my hands on your neck and shake you
until you're but screaming under the covers, 'Now that's enough!'
With watching amidst things to discover the beauty's a bit distracted.
Only by capturing your instinct, you finally give yourself away to certainty.
Because the answers are hidden, forsaken in a memory and its reflection.
Maybe you're looking for an angel but each one of us is the angel of others and of ourselves.
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