Lyrics of Fumo Passivo - Cripple Bastards

Fumo Passivo (original)

Quando parli penso al fumo passivo
e ho un motivo in meno per sentirmi vivo
Fumo passivo, un tumore indotto senza palliativo
Fuori dalle mura di casa si accende il mio scenario di guerra terreno minato da chi ho intorno
mozziconi + nervi ustionati.
un braciere inesauribile Addosso vestiti
impregnati dagli effetti di un respiro guasto o chiamale parole sterili,
noncuranza intossicante
per me resta il disfacimento che assimilo e so che non se ne andra?
mai.
Dimmi quanto vali come amico
se metti in conto la vita che hai accorciato al ritmo del tuo fumo passivo
English
PASSIVE SMOKING
When you talk I think of passive smoking
and I have one less reason to feel alive
Passive smoking, an induced tumour without palliatives
Outside the walls of home my war scenario lights up a minefield of those around me butts + seared nerves… inexhaustible brazier
Wearing clothes infused with the effects of broken breathing or call them
sterile words, intoxicating nonchalance
for me only the decline I assimilate is left and I know that will never go away.
Tell me what you’re worth as a friend
if you chalk up the life you’ve shortened to the beat of your passive smoking

(translation)

When you speak I think of secondhand smoke
and I have one less reason to feel alive
Passive smoking, a tumor induced without palliation
Outside the walls of my home, my war scenario is lit up, minefields by those around me
butts + burned nerves.
an inexhaustible brazier on clothes
impregnated by the effects of a broken breath or call them sterile words,
intoxicating carelessness
for me remains the decay that I assimilate and I know that it will not go away?
never.
Tell me what you are worth as a friend
if you take into account the life you have shortened to the rhythm of your secondhand smoke
English
PASSIVE SMOKING
When you talk I think of passive smoking
and I have one less reason to feel alive
Passive smoking, an induced tumor without palliatives
Outside the walls of home my war scenario lights up a minefield of those around me butts + seared nerves… inexhaustible brazier
Wearing clothes infused with the effects of broken breathing or call them
sterile words, intoxicating nonchalance
for me only the decline I assimilate is left and I know that will never go away.
Tell me what you're worth as a friend
if you chalk up the life you've shortened to the beat of your passive smoking