Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La pluie, artist - Axos.
Date of issue: 30.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Italian
La pluie(original) |
«Chiedo scusa, quindi tu eri loro re |
E hai sistemato tutto quanto?» |
«Sì» |
«Beh, e cosa hai fatto per la… solitudine?» |
«In altre parole, terrai lontana la tristezza?» |
Ho scritto almeno venti dischi per sedarmi |
Porto l’esercito dei tristi, Sad Army |
Attento sempre se parli, a chi parli |
A chi skippi, a chi scappi |
Ai Cristicchi, ai cristalli |
A chi… le tracce fiacche tipo riposarmi |
Ricco d’ansia, rimo spasmi |
Rigo dritto e no risparmi, vivono per riscoparmi |
Le facce bianche, tutti tipo marmi |
Non pippo non perché fa male ma per non chinarmi |
Ho un coltello nel cervello ma dalla parte del manico |
Da quando anche il più bello dei giorni si chiude in panico |
Da quando anche il più bello dei giorni si chiude in panico |
Da quando mi ripeto per farmi ascoltare un attimo |
Dormo di notte e mento |
Vorrei morire durante un dirottamento |
E balzarti l’appuntamento |
Lei che stava già venendo ed avevo la punta dentro |
Lei col bacio maledetto, il demonio l’ha punta dentro |
Adesso dammi un’altra vita, un’altra gioventù |
Un’altra riga per guardarla e non tirarla su |
Ho solo il cuore e la matita come passepartout |
Voglio una fica così ricca che c’ha il mestruo blu |
Nananananana nananananana nananananana (pioggia) |
Nananananana nananananana nananananana |
Axos chiama la pioggia |
It never occurred to me the beautiful words |
Would be the way that I’d express myself |
What I’m trying to say in such a fancy way is |
Girl, can I help myself? |
Io sono tormentato |
Dal tuo concerto tormentone torno addormentato |
Cerchi il concetto allora accetto che tu sia sbagliato |
Perché qui dentro è chi ha inseguito i sogni che ha sballato |
Fosse dei pazzi il mondo, fosse ipotizzato |
Fosse meno in forse tutto |
Io sarei più attento e meno ipnotizzato |
E se volevi uno strumento io mi tiro fuori |
Ricorda è quel che tiri dentro che ti manda fuori |
La droga e i cantautori, diverso |
Dal nervoso ho i diverticoli |
Se inverto i poli invento avvelenandomi i ventricoli |
Voi vi vedete vivi, io vi vedo ridicoli |
Siete Mini-Me, mini rapper, miniciccioli |
Mai soli, giriamo incappucciati |
Visi in ombra nei sobborghi dell’amore come massoni |
Solo di pioggia siamo avvolti noi, senza volti poi |
Ci piacciamo solo morti come gli avvoltoi |
Nananananana nananananana nananananana |
Nananananana nananananana nananananana |
Axos chiama la pioggia |
It never occurred to me the beautiful words |
Would be the way that I’d express myself |
What I’m trying to say in such a fancy way is |
Girl, can I help myself? |
It never occurred to me the beautiful words |
Would be the way that I’d express myself |
What I’m trying to say in such a fancy way is |
Girl, can I help myself? |
It never occurred to me the beautiful words |
Would be the way that I’d express myself |
What I’m trying to say in such a fancy way is |
Girl, can I help myself? |
To your love |
(translation) |
«I'm sorry, so you were their king |
And have you sorted everything out?» |
"Yup" |
«Well, what did you do about... loneliness?» |
"In other words, will you keep the sadness away?" |
I wrote at least twenty records to sedate myself |
I bring the army of the sad, Sad Army |
Always be careful if you talk, who you talk to |
Who you skip, who you run away from |
To the Cristicchi, to the crystals |
To who... the weak tracks like resting |
Rich in anxiety, I rhyme spasms |
Straight line and no savings, they live to rediscover me |
The white faces, all like marbles |
Not pippo, not because it hurts but so as not to bend over |
I have a knife in my brain but on the handle side |
Ever since even the most beautiful day ends up in panic |
Ever since even the most beautiful day ends up in panic |
Since when I repeat myself to make you listen for a moment |
I sleep at night and lie |
I would like to die during a hijacking |
And skip your appointment |
She was already coming and I had the tip inside |
With a cursed kiss, the demon pricked her inside |
Now give me another life, another youth |
Another line to look at it and not bring it up |
I have only the heart and the pencil as a passepartout |
I want a cunt so rich that she has blue menstruation |
Nananananana nananananana nananananana (rain) |
Nananananana nananananana nananananana |
Axos calls for rain |
It never occurred to me the beautiful words |
Would be the way that I'd express myself |
What I'm trying to say in such a fancy way is |
Girl, can I help myself? |
I am tormented |
From your catchphrase concert I come back asleep |
You are looking for the concept, then I accept that you are wrong |
Because in here, it's those who chased dreams who have gone high |
If the world were mad, it was assumed |
If it were less in perhaps everything |
I would be more attentive and less hypnotized |
And if you wanted an instrument, I will get out |
Remember, it's what you draw in that puts you out |
Drugs and songwriters, different |
I have diverticula from nervousness |
If I invert the poles, I invent by poisoning my ventricles |
You see yourselves alive, I see you ridiculous |
You are Mini-Me, mini rappers, mini cracklings |
Never alone, we go around hooded |
Faces in the shadows in the suburbs of love like Freemasons |
We are enveloped only in rain, without faces then |
We only like each other dead like vultures |
Nananananana nananananana nananananana |
Nananananana nananananana nananananana |
Axos calls for rain |
It never occurred to me the beautiful words |
Would be the way that I'd express myself |
What I'm trying to say in such a fancy way is |
Girl, can I help myself? |
It never occurred to me the beautiful words |
Would be the way that I'd express myself |
What I'm trying to say in such a fancy way is |
Girl, can I help myself? |
It never occurred to me the beautiful words |
Would be the way that I'd express myself |
What I'm trying to say in such a fancy way is |
Girl, can I help myself? |
To your love |