Translation of the song lyrics Dimmi di cosa hai paura - Mondo Marcio, Michelle Lily

Dimmi di cosa hai paura (original)

Dim-dim-dim-dim dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Ehy, this is reality is not a tv
If you don’t trust me mother fucker you’ll see
This is the only way I can live
Paura di chi?
And I’m really afraid of me
Hai paura di morire, paura di salire su un aereo
Con un terrorista e poi di scomparire
Ho paura di rimanere da solo e con due lire
E di vedere tutti i miei cosiddetti amici scomparire
Cos’hai nell’armadio, cos'è che mi nascondi
Per la chiesa ti sei macchiato di peccati immondi
Ma per me sei solo uno come molti perso tra due mondi
Schiavo delle cose che compri
Hai paura di prenderti un virus mortale perciò ti chiudi in casa esci solo per
mangiare
È il tuo primo giorno e hai paura di sbagliare
O hai paura di essere chiamato al militare
Hai stretto troppo il collo e hai paura che sia morta
Ora sei nudo e hai paura perché è la prima volta
Io ho paura che si chiuda per sempre la porta e di non riuscire più a rappare
come una volta
Dim-dim-dim-dim dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Ehy, this is reality is not a tv
If you don’t trust me mother fucker you’ll see
This is the only way I can live
Paura di chi?
And I’m really afraid of me
Ho paura di non essere all’altezza
Ho paura che la corda si spezza
Ho paura che mi prenda la tristezza e che mi butti in mare trasportato dalla
brezza
Ho paura che mi rompono il parabrezza e che mi rubano tutto, anche le cinture
di sicurezza
Ho paura di essere uno come tanti
Ho paura che un giorno finiranno i contanti
Ho paura di dovermi trovare un lavoro
Ho paura di finire come loro e di morire sotto un bianco lenzuolo
Ho paura di farmi troppo e finire al suolo
Ho paura di non essere me stesso
Ho paura di restare padre per del sesso
Poche chicchere man il momento è adesso
Se hai paura o se hai le palle fa lo stesso
Dim-dim-dim-dim dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Dimmi di cos’hai paura
Marcio, Marcio, Marcio
Ehy, this is reality is not a tv
If you don’t trust me mother fucker you’ll see
This is the only way I can live
Paura di chi?
And I’m really afraid of me

Dimmi di cosa hai paura (translation)

Dim-dim-dim-tell tell me what you're afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Tell me what you are afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Tell me what you are afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Hey, this is reality is not a tv
If you don't trust me mother fucker you’ll see
This is the only way I can live
Fear of whom?
And I'm really afraid of me
You are afraid of dying, afraid of getting on a plane
With a terrorist and then to disappear
I'm afraid of being alone and with two lire
And to see all my so-called friends disappear
What do you have in the closet, what is it that you hide from me
For the church you have stained yourself with unclean sins
But for me you are just one like many lost between two worlds
Slave of the things you buy
You are afraid of getting a deadly virus so you lock yourself in the house you go out only for
eat
It's your first day and you're afraid of making a mistake
Or you are afraid of being called to the military
You've squeezed your neck too tight and you're afraid she's dead
Now you are naked and you are afraid because it is the first time
I'm afraid that the door will close forever and that I won't be able to rap anymore
as it once was
Dim-dim-dim-tell tell me what you're afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Tell me what you are afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Tell me what you are afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Hey, this is reality is not a tv
If you don't trust me mother fucker you’ll see
This is the only way I can live
Fear of whom?
And I'm really afraid of me
I'm afraid of not being up to par
I'm afraid the rope will break
I'm afraid that sadness will take me and throw me into the sea transported by the
breeze
I'm afraid they'll break my windshield and steal everything, even my seat belts
safety
I'm afraid of being one like many
I'm afraid one day the cash will run out
I'm afraid of having to find a job
I'm afraid of ending up like them and dying under a white sheet
I'm afraid of overdoing myself and ending up on the ground
I'm afraid I'm not myself
I'm afraid of being a father for sex
Few chicchere man the time is now
If you are scared or if you have balls, do the same
Dim-dim-dim-tell tell me what you're afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Tell me what you are afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Tell me what you are afraid of
Rotten, Rotten, Rotten
Hey, this is reality is not a tv
If you don't trust me mother fucker you’ll see
This is the only way I can live
Fear of whom?
And I'm really afraid of me