Translation of the song lyrics Not a thing for babies - Kmaiuscola, Lion D, Fulo

Not a thing for babies (original)

La verità è che accuso la pressione più di quanto penso
Vita che ha infuso ansia da prestazione in ogni senso
L’incenso denso che mi ha immerso ora attinge alla gola
Cola e stringe la laringe spinge e affonda la parola
La tensione che mi pungola ora mi raschia l’ugola
E mischia chi fischia e chi mugola
In un’unica foschia che invischia la testa
Ma subdola non si schiarisce e rischio se ci resta
Di sprofondare in paranoia il mio boia
In un mare in salamoia che prima o poi mi ingoia
Foia di restare a galla ma si inarca la mia barca
Pare proprio che 'sta falla più la chiudo e più si allarga
Mi barcameno tra euforia ed insofferenza
Almeno 20 volte al dì la mia follia di conseguenza
Non potrà essere curata come tutti gli altri mali
Si aspetterà in giornata il mio ricovero in analisi!
Hey why is not a thing for babies
Can’t you see this world is always crazy?
You got to know what to do why you must be ready
Got to be killed for the life you livin'!
Hey why is not a thing for babies
Can’t you see this world is always crazy?
You got to know what to do say you must be ready
Got to be killed for life that you livin'!
Io non ho vita sociale solo maschere di sale è sempre carnevale
Mai natale tutto male lutto al braccio brutto affare
Traccio il mio bilancio e straccio il gancio famigliare
Profondo rosso e blu il fondo del mare
Io non ne posso più sto nel fosso e lei continua a buttar terra
E non insinua più alla guerra e mi sotterra
Stretto come Gibilterra al petto annesso alle tue mosse
Farmi fesso la tua tosse mossa dalle mie percosse
Medusa non essere delusa la tua impronta è inclusa ed è collusa
Finta musa pronta scusa finta fusa porta chiusa
Dalla cambusa all’accusa è un insulto in pubblico
Ma il tuo sussulto da che culto il primo da che pulpito
Io finchè avrò lacune tra lagune dune e lume
Sarà lei finchè non taglierà la fune
Che senza rune nè fortune alcune solo con qualche barra
Mi difenderò imprecando roteando 'sta scimitarra!
Hey why is not a thing for babies
Can’t you see this world is always crazy?
You got to know what to do why you must be ready
Got to be killed for the life you livin'!
Hey why is not a thing for babies
Can’t you see this world is always crazy?
You got to know what to do say you must be ready
Got to be killed for life that you livin'!

(translation)

The truth is, I feel the pressure more than I think
Life that instilled performance anxiety in every sense
The thick incense that immersed me now draws on my throat
Cola and squeezes the larynx pushes and sinks the word
The tension that prods me now scrapes my uvula
And mix who whistles and who whines
In a single haze that engulfs the head
But sneaky does not clear up and I risk it if it stays there
To plunge my executioner into paranoia
In a sea in brine that sooner or later swallows me
I want to stay afloat but my boat is arched
It seems that the more I close it, the more it widens
I drift between euphoria and intolerance
At least 20 times a day my madness as a result
It cannot be cured like all other evils
He will be waiting for my hospitalization for analysis during the day!
Hey why is not a thing for babies
Can't you see this world is always crazy?
You got to know what to do why you must be ready
Got to be killed for the life you livin '!
Hey why is not a thing for babies
Can't you see this world is always crazy?
You got to know what to do say you must be ready
Got to be killed for life that you livin '!
I don't have a social life, only salt masks, it's always carnival
Never Christmas all bad mourning arm bad business
I draw my balance and shred the family hook
Deep red and blue sea bottom
I can't stand it anymore, I'm in the ditch and she keeps throwing earth
And she no longer insinuates into war and buries me
Tight like Gibraltar to the chest attached to your moves
Make a fool of your cough moved by my beating
Medusa don't be disappointed your footprint is included and colludes
Fake muse ready excuse fake purr closed door
From the galley to the prosecution is an insult in public
But your gasp from what worship the first from what pulpit
I as long as I have gaps between lagoons, dunes and lights
It will be her until she cuts the rope
That without runes or fortunes some only with a few bars
I will defend myself by cursing by whirling 'this scimitar!
Hey why is not a thing for babies
Can't you see this world is always crazy?
You got to know what to do why you must be ready
Got to be killed for the life you livin '!
Hey why is not a thing for babies
Can't you see this world is always crazy?
You got to know what to do say you must be ready
Got to be killed for life that you livin '!