E fuvvi un giorno che passò furiando, quel bieco fantasma della guerra; allora udissi un cozzar d'armi, un saettar di spade, un tempestar di carri e di corsieri, un grido di trionfo e un uluante urlo e colà ove fumò di sangue il campo di battaglia, un luttuoso campo santo levarsì, e un'elegia di preghiere, di pianti e di lamenti.

lunedì, ottobre 13, 2008

Un centimetro di pelo di donna costa mille sputi

La vita cambia

Don't bother saying you're sorry Why don't you come in? Smoke all my cigarettes again

Ogni tanto ho bisogno d'aria

Every time I get no further How long has it been? Come on in now Wipe your feet on my dreams

Soffocavo

You take up my time Like some cheap magazine When I could have been learning something Well, you know what I mean

Senza che nessuno se ne accorgesse

I've done this before And I will do it again C'mon and kill me baby While you smile like a friend Oh and I'll come running Just to do it again

Ho ucciso

You are the last drink I never should have drunk You are the body hidden in the trunk You are the habit I can't seem to kick You are my secrets on the front page every week You are the car I never should have bought You are the train I never should have caught You are the cut that makes me hide my face You are the party that makes me feel my age

Ho riso

You're like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid Like a plane I've been told I never should board Like a film that's so bad, but I've just got to stay 'til the end

Vivo

Let me tell you now - it's lucky for you that we're friends

3 Comments:

Blogger laKidman said...

eeeeehhh???

8:27 PM, ottobre 13, 2008

 
Anonymous Anonimo said...

Sei sopravvissuto a una giornata senza la J_essica?

11:33 PM, ottobre 14, 2008

 
Anonymous Anonimo said...

Ola, what's up amigos? :)
In first steps it is very nice if someone supports you, so hope to meet friendly and helpful people here. Let me know if I can help you.
Thanks and good luck everyone! ;)

8:42 PM, marzo 01, 2010

 

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