Translation of the song lyrics Sottoposti a Taglio - Cripple Bastards

Sottoposti a Taglio (original)

Un treno che sfonda il tuo destino
Lanciato a tutto peso in discesa verso --------
Un ricordo di amicizia dilaniato senza perché
Come un treno ha tranciato il tuo destino
.contorto in sinfonie d’ossa
Lamine e carne dietro di sé
E lì rimane la nostra casa
Ma alla sua porta oggi chi c'è…
Un monumento alla ripicca
Per chi ha annientato la nostra storia
C’era un treno, una terra e il TUO destino
Alla prima tante scuse (incompatibile)
Non ne potevi un cazzo
Per poi scoprirlo dai giornali —
Crollare all’alba col classico urlo dentro
Alla terza un film scontato —
Da non riavvolgere né fermare
L’ultima spiaggia una depressione
Il cui traguardo è essere normale
INCOMPATIBILI E TRADITI
PS: … alla tristezza che ci fa guida attraverso ogni notte
Sparpagliata nelle psicosi di milioni di occhi in diaspora
«GETTING THE CUT»
A train that smashes through your fate
Ploughing full-speed down towards --------
A memory of friendship shattered without reason
Has sliced apart your fate like a train
… twisted in a symphony of bones
Metal shards and flesh behind it
And that’s where our house lingers
But who’s at its door now …
A monument to malice
For whoever destroyed our history
There was a train, a land and YOUR destiny
The first time, just excuses (incompatible)
Then you couldn’t give a f*ck
Then it was in the papers —
Falling apart at dawn with a good old silent scream
Third time, a trite film —
Not worth rewinding or stopping
The last resort was depression
Its finishing line, normality
MISMATCHED AND BETRAYED
PS: … for the sadness that guides us through every night
Scattered in the psychoses of millions of diasporic eyes

Sottoposti a Taglio (translation)

A train that smashes your destiny
Launched with full weight downhill towards --------
A memory of friendship torn apart without why
Like a train has cut your destiny
. twisted into bone symphonies
Foil and meat behind it
And there our home remains
But who is at his door today ...
A monument to spite
For those who have annihilated our history
There was a train, a land and YOUR destiny
At the first many apologies (incompatible)
You couldn't shit
Only to find out in the newspapers -
Collapsing at dawn with the classic scream inside
At the third a discounted film -
Not to be rewound or stopped
The last resort is a depression
Whose goal is to be normal
INCOMPATIBLE AND BETRAYED
PS:… to the sadness that drives us through each night
Scattered in the psychosis of millions of diaspora eyes
"GETTING THE CUT"
A train that smashes through your fate
Plowing full-speed down towards --------
A memory of friendship shattered without reason
Has sliced ​​apart your fate like a train
… Twisted in a symphony of bones
Metal shards and flesh behind it
And that's where our house lingers
But who's at its door now ...
A monument to malice
For whoever destroyed our history
There was a train, a land and YOUR destiny
The first time, just excuses (incompatible)
Then you couldn’t give a f * ck
Then it was in the papers -
Falling apart at dawn with a good old silent scream
Third time, a trite film -
Not worth rewinding or stopping
The last resort was depression
Its finishing line, normality
MISMATCHED AND BETRAYED
PS:… for the sadness that guides us through every night
Scattered in the psychoses of millions of diasporic eyes