Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Malato Terminale , by - Cripple Bastards. Song from the album Nero in Metastasi, in the genre Release date: 17.02.2014
Record label: Relapse
Song language: Italian
Malato Terminale(original) |
| vivi ma non senti la vita |
| stato avanzato poi malato terminale rimane quasi tutto come sempre |
| L’inerzia e? |
| il decorso di un cancro determina la tua struttura cellulare |
| gradazioni di colore che si staccano sta a te poi saperle fissare, |
| quando la pioggia porta aria nuova respiri o ti lasci attraversare |
| Quando star male coincide a chi hai intorno li affronti o ti lasci appestare |
| distese di polvere, una massa anonima |
| sta a te passare da frasi incompiute |
| a urla per mille voci schiacciate li affronti o ti lasci appestare reagisci o ti lasci collocare |
| Spalanca le porte alla morte |
| scarno, proiettato su un letto devastato da metastasi, |
| quel che ti resta da trascorrere riflette il buio che ti sei lasciato dietro |
| English |
| TERMINALLY SICK |
| Alive but immune to life (x 3) |
| you confuse the symptoms… no reaction alive but immune to life |
| advanced state then terminally sick almost business as usual |
| Inertia is the progression of a cancer defining your cellular structure |
| gradations of colour flaking off |
| it’s up to you how to fix them, |
| when the rain brings fresh air breathe or be pierced |
| When your sickness is those around you |
| you face them or they infect you |
| expanses of dust, an anonymous mass |
| it’s up to you to go from unfinished sentences to screaming for a thousand |
| crushed voices face them or be infected |
| react or let yourself be placed |
| Open the door to death |
| gaunt, projected onto a bed devastated by metastases, |
| what time is left for you |
| reflects the darkness you left behind |
| (translation) |
| you live but you don't feel life |
| advanced state then terminally ill almost everything remains as always |
| Inertia is? |
| the course of a cancer determines your cellular structure |
| color gradations that come off, it's up to you to know how to fix them, |
| when the rain brings new air you breathe or let yourself pass through |
| When you feel bad it coincides with those around you, you face them or you let them plague you |
| expanses of dust, an anonymous mass |
| it's up to you to go through unfinished sentences |
| screaming for a thousand crushed voices you face them or you let them infect you react or you let yourself be placed |
| Open the doors to death |
| gaunt, projected onto a bed ravaged by metastases, |
| what you have left to spend reflects the darkness you left behind |
| English |
| TERMINALLY SICK |
| Alive but immune to life (x 3) |
| you confuse the symptoms… no reaction alive but immune to life |
| advanced state then terminally sick almost business as usual |
| Inertia is the progression of a cancer defining your cellular structure |
| gradations of color flaking off |
| it's up to you how to fix them, |
| when the rain brings fresh air breathe or be pierced |
| When your sickness is those around you |
| you face them or they infect you |
| expanses of dust, an anonymous mass |
| it's up to you to go from unfinished sentences to screaming for a thousand |
| crushed voices face them or be infected |
| react or let yourself be placed |
| Open the door to death |
| gaunt, projected onto a bed devastated by metastases, |
| what time is left for you |
| reflects the darkness you left behind |