Текст и перевод песни Negrita - Sale - Semi-Acoustic

Sale - Semi-Acoustic

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...

Sale - Semi-Acoustic

New snakes
Slithering
Overbearing
Is what
What I know
New fools
Ageless
Contemptuous
Nimble in the dark

All you've done is worthless...
Your face is covered in my salt!

Black dogs laugh
It was yesterday...
Is what
What I know
Semi-new
You'll arrive
To forget
About what
What you know...

...or maybe it's God who wants us to suffer
Your face is covered in my salt!

No one commands me or can command me
Not even with bombs and their false truths
False truths, lies, globalizing deception
Hypocrisy is the dominant philosophy
The arrogant commanders with their troops
With their fleet and their photos of yuppie torture
If the people don't rule, no one rules over the people
We've got a lot of desire
Our blood is hot, what's going on?
We're part of the human race
As much as Brazil or Italy
Everyone is a victim of this battle
The whole world pays with terror
Unwisely, the mistakes of the lords of the
Empires that never seem to be serious
Perhaps they don't earn commissions
From the cemeteries?
The reasons for the wars
Are no longer a mystery
Get 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 covered in my salt!

Consistency
Can no longer pay
Shoot me, so shoot!
The dirty air will come
But I convince myself
That perhaps it's a bad dream and it will pass...
That perhaps it's a bad dream and it will pass...