More songs by Tananai
Description
Sometimes the world suddenly becomes too loud. It's as if someone turned the volume of emotions up to the maximum, and now every touch is like a flash, every mistake is like a firework explosion in an enclosed space. Everything is too sharp, too vivid, too real. And in this chaos, you just want to lean on someone who is also struggling, who has also lost their bearings, but is still breathing beside you. Love here isn't a rosy backdrop, but a battlefield after a fight. With bruises, with burns, with a whispered "forgive me" on the exhale. But perhaps that's her honesty: two people, exhausted by life, still choose to hold onto each other. Even if the house was long ago blown away by a storm - they stay, build a temporary shelter from the debris, and call it "home."
Lyrics and translation
Original
Io sono il cane che si perde nello spazio, il primo bacio, l'ultimo imbarazzo.
E sento il gran casino che mi scoppia dentro, un attentato fatto a sangue freddo che in questo mondo indifferente perdo.
È certo.
Abbracciami se anche tu come me sei figlio di una notte di proiettili in un teatro di possibilità. Oh, guardaci, per l'amore
Dio perdonaci per averlo ucciso senza pietà, per averlo maltrattato con ferocia come pugili impazziti sul ring.
Siamo aperti in due, due tagli come
Praterii.
Noi siamo le crepe che si aprono sul ghiaccio, il timbro del locale sul tuo braccio.
Noi oggi parliamo di sold out e poi crolliamo per la rivoluzione sul divano, dimenticando che dimentichiamo.
Abbracciami se anche tu come me sei figlio di una notte di proiettili in un teatro di possibilità.
Oh, guardaci, per l'amore Dio perdonaci per averlo ucciso senza pietà, per averlo maltrattato con ferocia come pugili impazziti sul ring.
Siamo aperti in due, due tagli come
Praterii.
Questo è il bello dentro gli agonismi e le agoni, sputi in faccia da lavanderie, dove non c'è casa è casa mia.
Tagli aperti come Praterii, dove non c'è casa è casa mia.
English translation
I am the dog that gets lost in space, the first kiss, the last embarrassment.
And I feel the big mess exploding inside me, a cold-blooded attack that I lose in this indifferent world.
It's certain.
Hug me if you too, like me, are the son of a night of bullets in a theater of possibilities. Oh, look at us, for love
God forgive us for killing him without mercy, for mistreating him with ferocity like crazy boxers in the ring.
We're open in two, two cuts like
Meadows.
We are the cracks that open on the ice, the stamp of the club on your arm.
Today we talk about sold out and then collapse over the revolution on the sofa, forgetting that we forget.
Hug me if you too, like me, are the son of a night of bullets in a theater of possibilities.
Oh, look at us, for the love of God forgive us for killing him without mercy, for mistreating him with ferocity like crazy boxers in the ring.
We're open in two, two cuts like
Meadows.
This is the beauty inside the competitions and the competitions, spit in the face from laundries, where there is no home is my home.
Open cuts like Praterii, where there is no house is my home.