Sale - Live Milano Version - Negrita traduction en anglais

Sale - Live Milano Version

Nuove serpi
Strisciano
Prepotenti
E′ quello che
Quello che so
Nuovi guitti
Senza età
Strafottenti
Svelti nell'oscurità

Tutto quel che hai fatto non vale...
La tua faccia è piena del mio sale!

Cani neri ridono
Era ieri...
E′ quello che
Quello che so
Mezzi nuovi
Arriverai
A scordarti
Di quello che
Quello che sai...

...o forse è Dio che ci vuole male
La tua faccia è piena del mio sale!

Nessuno mi comanda nem me pode comandar
Neanche con le bombe e le sue false verità
Falsas verdades, mentira, bugia globalizante
Hipocrisia è a filosofia dominante
Os comandantes arrogantes com a sua truppe
Com a sua frota e suas fotos de tortura yuppie
Se a gente manda ninguem manda na gente
Tenemos mucha gana
Nuestra sangre es caliente, que pasa?
Somos de la raza humana
Tanto quanto Brasil ou Italia
Todo mundo è vitima desta batalha
El mondo intero paga con terror
Sin criterio los errores de los senores de los
Imperios que parecen nunca hablar serio
Quizas no ganan comisiones
De los cementerios?
Las rasones de las guerras
Non son mas un misterio
Parla serio! Should be throwned in a different throne!
Electric chair, throw the motherfuckers
There and turn it on!
Should be throwned in a different throne!
Electric chair, throw the motherfuckers
There and turn it on!
Congratulations to the Kings of Nowhere:
Mr W.Bullshit and his loyal royal Clowny Blair
All dis-honour to be shared with Sharon
We don't need another Hitler
Paz e amor
Pensador e Negrita.

Ma da quando e' tramontato il sole
La tua faccia è piena del mio sale!

La coerenza no
Non può più pagare
Sparami, spara percio′!
L′aria sporca arriverà
Ma mi convinco
Che forse è un brutto sogno e passerà...
Che forse è un brutto sogno e passerà...

Sale - Live Milano Version

New serpents
Crawl
Overbearing
And that's what
What I know
New fools
Ageless
Arrogant
Nimble in the dark

All you've done is worthless...
Your face is full of my salt!

Black dogs laugh
It was yesterday...
And that's what
What I know
New ways
You will reach
To forget
Of what
What you know...

...or maybe it is God who hates us
Your face is full of my salt!

Nobody commands me neither can command me
Not even with the bombs and their false truths
False truths, lies, globalizing fibs
Hypocrisy is the dominant philosophy
The arrogant commanders with their troops
With their fleet and their yuppie torture photos
If the people rule nobody rules the people
We have much desire
Our blood is hot, what's up?
We are of the human race
As much as Brazil or Italy
Everyone is a victim of this battle
The entire world pays with terror
Without reason the mistakes of the gentlemen of
Empires that seem to never be serious
Perhaps they don't earn commissions
From the cemeteries?
The reasons for the wars
Are not a mystery anymore
Be serious! Should be throwned in a different throne!
Electric chair, throw the motherfuckers
There and turn it on!
Should be throwned in a different throne!
Electric chair, throw the motherfuckers
There and turn it on!
Congratulations to the Kings of Nowhere:
Mr W.Bullshit and his loyal royal Clowny Blair
All dis-honour to be shared with Sharon
We don't need another Hitler
Peace and love
Pensador and Negrita.

But since the sun has set
Your face is full of my salt!

Consistency no
Can no longer pay
Shoot me, please!
The dirty air will come
But I am convincing myself
That perhaps it is a bad dream and it will pass...
That perhaps it is a bad dream and it will pass...