More songs by RNT
Description
When your head is foggy and your heart seems to be beating, but somehow with difficulty, you just want to press “pause” and be quiet for a while. The morning begins with an angel and ends with someone's fangs, intertwined with sweat, blood, and mild paranoia. Everything is a little worn, like an old T-shirt from a festival where you can't remember if you cried under it or were just too drunk. This is a song for those who thought they were used to their inner hell, but were surprised again by how noisy it is. Sad, dark, honest. And at the same time, with a kind of teenage defiance towards the world: “I may be falling apart, but I'll keep running.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
às vezes quando tô no escuro
eu não consigo respirar
e quando que eu tento ver o futuro
meus olhos nem têm que enxergar
eu não quero ir pra lá
eu sinto que a dor só quer me matar
minha visão embaça
quando eu não posso mais chorar
o meu anjo me chama
sete, doze da manhã
e o diabo me chama
pra vender almas de manhã
coloco o suor, me chamas
o sangue escorre de manhã
hoje em dia ela me odeia
pena que ainda é minha fã
às vezes penso muito
e às vezes penso demais
eu domino o mundo
e é melhor correr pra não ficar pra trás
eu não quero ir pra lá
eu sinto que a dor só quer me matar
minha visão embaça
quando eu não posso mais chorar
não queria que tudo isso fosse assim
queria que…
não queria que tudo mirasse em mim
eu não queria que coisas boas tivessem um fim
um fim
um fim
às vezes penso muito
e às vezes penso de...
talvez eu domine o mundo
e é melhor correr pra não ficar pra trás
eu não quero ir pra lá
sinto que a dor só quer me matar
minha visão embaça
quando eu não posso mais chorar
English translation
Sometimes when I'm in the dark
I can't breathe
And when I try to see the future
My eyes don't even have to see
I don't want to go there
I feel like the pain just wants to kill me
My vision blurs
When I can't cry anymore
My angel calls me
Seven, twelve in the morning
And the devil calls me
To sell souls in the morning
I put on sweat, you call me
Blood runs in the morning
Nowadays she hates me
Too bad she's still my fan
Sometimes I think a lot
And sometimes I think too much
I dominate the world
And it's better to run so you don't get left behind
I don't want to go there
I feel like the pain just wants to kill me
My vision blurs
When I can't cry anymore
I wish it wasn't all like this
I wish...
I wish it wasn't all aimed at me
I wish good things didn't have an end
An end
An end
Sometimes I think a lot
And sometimes I think too much...
Maybe I dominate the world
And it's better to run so you don't get left behind
I don't want to go there
I feel like the pain just wants to kill me
My vision blurs
When I can't cry anymore