Paroles et traduction Negrita - Sale

Sale

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 è 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...

Salt

New snakes
Crawling
Arrogant
That's what
That's what I know
New clowns
Ageless
Carefree
Quick in the darkness

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

Black dogs are laughing
It was yesterday...
That's what
That's what I know
New ways
You will come
To forget
What
What you know...

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

Nobody commands me, no one can command me
Not even with bombs and their false truths
False truths, lies, globalizing lies
Hypocrisy is the dominant philosophy
The arrogant commanders with their troops
With their fleet and their photos of yuppie torture
If we command, no one commands us
We have a great desire
Our blood is hot, what's happening?
We are of the human race
As much as Brazil or Italy
Everyone is a victim of this battle
The whole world pays with terror
Without criteria the mistakes of the lords of the
Empires that never seem to speak seriously
Perhaps they don't earn commissions
From the cemeteries?
The reasons for wars
Are no longer a mystery
Speak seriously! Should be thrown on a different throne!
Electric chair, throw the motherfuckers
There and turn it on!
Should be thrown on 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 dishonor 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, shoot therefore!
The dirty air will come
But I convince myself
That maybe it's a bad dream and it will pass...
That maybe it's a bad dream and it will pass...