Текст и перевод песни Nosfe - Savage

Savage

Niente erba, niente fumo
Sunday morning in the studio
Whiskey, cinque euro
L'unico giorno che avevo libero
Facevo il beat, eh, facevo il testo
Cubase sempre aperto
Rec e poi al mic, presto
Non mangiare merda
Non tocco la tua fetta
Prosciutto di Karma
Aspetta aspetta aspetta
Col Tascam su cassetta
Coi Lider d'Ostia, a'nventà
Il nostro slang, de merda
Il nostro style de merda

Questi anni m'hanno trasformato
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage savage, savage
Fuck the world, se sono on tour
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage
Questi anni che m'hanno distrutto
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage savage
E mando a fanculo tutto
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage, Savage

Altrimenti mi chiederei perché mi chiamano Giuda
Altrimenti mi chiederei perché mi chiamano così
Io non sono un traditore, mamma, non sono un Giuda
Questi stronzi stronzi stronzi, devono morì
Mammamia, come eravamo poveri, eh
Una volta c'hanno venduto un gatto
Forse non ci crederai, ma è successo proprio così
Pensavamo fosse un baby pig... e l'abbiamo mangiato

Questi anni m'hanno trasformato
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage savage, savage
Fuck the world, se sono on tour
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage
Questi anni che m'hanno distrutto
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage savage
E mando a fanculo tutto
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage, Savage

Savage

No grass, no smoke
Sunday morning in the studio
Whiskey, five euros
The only day I had free
I was making the beat, yeah, I was writing the lyrics
Cubase always open
Rec and then to the mic, quickly
Don't eat shit
I won't touch your slice
Karma's prosciutto
Wait, wait, wait
With the Tascam on tape
With the Lider from Ostia, create
Our slang, it's shit
Our style, it's shit

These years have changed me
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage savage, savage
Fuck the world, if I'm on tour
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage
These years that have destroyed me
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage savage
And I send everything to hell
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage, Savage

Otherwise I would ask myself why they call me Judas
Otherwise I would ask myself why they call me that
I am not a traitor, mom, I am not a Judas
These assholes, they have to die
Mamma mia, how poor we were, huh
Once they sold us a cat
You might not believe it, but it happened just like that
We thought it was a baby pig... and we ate it

These years have changed me
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage savage, savage
Fuck the world, if I'm on tour
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage
These years that have destroyed me
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage savage savage savage
And I send everything to hell
Savage savage savage savage savage savage
Savage, Savage