Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sottoposti a Taglio, artist - Cripple Bastards. Date of issue: 04.01.2008
Song language: Italian
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 |
| (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 |