Текст и перевод песни Bull Brigade feat. Roddy Moreno - Quaranta

Quaranta

Perdi il tempo navigando in mezzo a sogni che non realizzerai
E mattinate a maledir la notte prima: le stronzate che fai...
Tu e tua madre sempre piu distanti e la fabbrica che ti incatena
Torni a cas on quegli occi stanchi: punk si chiama la tua pena!!!

Che sogni di andar via ma poi non sai scappare
E "questa vita non e piu mia"... tu non la sai cambiare mai!

E i vent'anni tuoi raddoppiano e son pari, come la gestirai?
E quanto bianco mescolato col campari per non pensarci mai
Scende in gola e finge di calamrti, troppo amaro come questa vita
Corri forte senza mai fermarti: Punk vuol dir non e finita...

Ma ti sei visto come stai? O non lo hai fatto ancora???

Che sogni di andar via moi poi non sai scappare
E "questoa vita non e piu mai"... tu non la sai cambiare mai!

Time's relentless moving forward
Fading daydreams of a different time?
Forty years of heading nowhere
Clinging on the booze and
Dragging on your ball and chain
No escape, a useless strain
A loosing fight
Your way of life

Quarantine

You waste your time navigating the dreams you'll never achieve
And mornings cursing the night before: the bullsh*t you do...
You and your mother grow more and more distant, while the factory chains you down
You come home with those tired eyes: your sorrow is called punk!!!

You dream of leaving but then you don't know how to escape
And "This life is no longer mine"... you can never change it!

And your twenties have doubled and are now even, how will you handle it?
And how much white mixed with Campari so you don't have to think about it ever
It goes down your throat and pretends to calm you down, too bitter like this life
Run fast without ever stopping: punk means it's not over...

But have you seen yourself? Or haven't you done it yet???

You dream of leaving but then you don't know how to escape
And "This life is no longer mine"... you can never change it!

Time's relentless moving forward
Fading daydreams of a different time?
Forty years of heading nowhere
Clinging on the booze and
Dragging on your ball and chain
No escape, a useless strain
A loosing fight
Your way of life