ponedjeljak, 22.01.2018.
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I just sort of always feel sick without you baby I ain't got anything to lick without you baby Nothing really sticks without you baby Ain't I fallen in love? It's just the pits without you baby It's really just the pits without you baby It's like everyone's a dick without you baby Ain't I fallen in love? And all my pals will tell me that I'm crazy You bet I'm loopy alright! And I just don't recognize this fool that you Have made me, I haven't seen him for a while And as you're shrinking figure blows a kiss I catch and smash it on my lips Darling I can't seem to quit Completely falling to bits I really might be losing it The idea that you've existed all along's Ridiculous I don't know what to say Baby we ought to fuck seven years of bad Luck out the powder room mirror Could I have made it any clearer? It's love like a tongue in a nostril Love like an ache in the jaw You're the first day of spring with a septum piercing |
utorak, 02.01.2018.
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Cara Cosa ho davanti, non riesco piu a parlare Dimmi cosa ti piace, non riesco a capire, dove vorresti andare Vuoi andare a dormire Quanti capelli che hai, non si riesce a contare Sposta la bottiglia e lasciami guardare Se di tanti capelli, ci si puň fidare Conosco un posto nel mio cuore Dove tira sempre il vento Per i tuoi pochi anni e per i miei che sono cento Non c'e niente da capire, basta sedersi ed ascoltare Perché ho scritto una canzone per ogni pentimento E debbo stare attento a non cadere nel vino O finir dentro ai tuoi occhi, se mi vieni piu vicino La notte ha il suo profumo e puoi cascarci dentro Che non ti vede nessuno Ma per uno come me, poveretto, che voleva prenderti per mano E cascare dentro un letto Che pena che nostalgia Non guardarti negli occhi e dirti un'altra bugia Almeno non ti avessi incontrato Io che qui sto morendo e tu che mangi il gelato Tu corri dietro al vento e sembri una farfalla E con quanto sentimento ti blocchi e guardi la mia spalla Se hai paura a andar lontano, puoi volarmi nella mano Ma so giŕ cosa pensi, tu vorresti partire Come se andare lontano fosse uguale a morire E non c'č niente di strano ma non posso venire Cosě come una farfalla ti sei alzata per scappare Ma ricorda che a quel muro ti avrei potuta inchiodare Se non fossi uscito fuori per provare anch'io a volare E la notte cominciava a gelare la mia pelle Una notte madre che cercava di contare le sue stelle Io li sotto ero uno sputo e ho detto "Olé" sono perduto La notte sta morendo Ed e cretino cercare di fermare le lacrime ridendo Ma per uno come me l'ho gia detto Che voleva prenderti per mano e volare sopra un tetto Lontano si ferma un treno Ma che bella mattina, il cielo e sereno Buonanotte, anima mia Adesso spengo la luce e cosě sia Dear What is it that stands in front of me, I cannot speak anymore Tell me what you like, I don't understand, where would you like to go You want to go to sleep. How much hair you have, one cannot count Move the bottle away and let me see Whether one can trust so much hair. I know a place in my heart Where wind always blows For your few years and for my hundred ones There's nothing to understand, it is enough just to sit down and listen. Because I have written a song for every regret And I have to watch out, lest I fall into wine Or I end up into your eyes, if you come closer Night has its own scent and you may fall into it 'Cause no one is watching you But for one like me, poor devil, who just wanted to take your hand And fall on a bed... What a pity... What a nostalgic feeling... Not to look into your eyes and to tell you another lie Had I never met you I, who am here dying, while you eat an ice cream. You run after the wind and look like a butterfly And how sensitively you halt and look at my shoulder If you are afraid of flying far away, you can fly on my hand But I already know what you think, you would like to leave As if going far away were the same thing as dying And there is nothing strange but I cannot come So like a butterfly you stood up to fly away But remember, on that wall I could have pinned you If only I hadn't gone outside to try and fly too And the night began to freeze my skin A motherly night trying to count her own stars And I was a little thing under there and said "There you go, I'm lost". The night is dying And it is dumb to try and stop the tears by laughing But for one like me, I said it already, Who wanted to take your hand and fly over a roof. Far away, a train stops What a wonderful morning, the sky is fair Goodnight, my soul I'm switching off the light, and so it be. |
