wuuuuuuuu, tre metri sopra il pelo

Tu, omino dei miei sogni, dopo 10 anni mi fai rizzare ancora il pelo (delle braccia) all'ascolto di questa canzone.
Grazie, di cuore.

You, man of my dreams, make my hair raising listening this song.
Thank you very much.

(in inglese poichè lui mi possa leggere e capire, gli manderò il link a questo blog... potrebbe nascere una storia molto LOVE SEX MONEY).

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way