Basso e batteria - Baustelle

Lei ti ha consumato come un disco dell’estate

Ti ha guardato correre su spiagge bianche deturpate

Eri tu il cadavere portato a riva dalle onde

Una voce sull’iPhone che parla a caso e non risponde

Stai bene così

Pelle e ossa

Sì, crudo così

Basso e batteria

Ti ha lasciato un figlio, Foster Wallace, tre maglioni

E queste cazzo di parole senza senso dentro le canzoni

Ma tu devi resistere, imparare bene a non aver paura

E ballare la musica elettronica nuova del sabato sera

Stai bene così

Pelle e ossa

Sì, sexy così

Basso e batteria

Stai bene

Stai senza niente

Stop crying tonight

Everything’s all right

Oh yeah

You are tough like drum’n’bass

Stop crying tonight

Everything’s all right

Oh yeah

You are tough like drum’n’bass

She consumed you like a summer record

She watched you run on defaced white beaches

You were the corpse carried ashore by the waves

A voice on the iPhone that speaks at random and does not answer

You look good like this

Skin and bones

Yes, raw like that

Bass and drums

She left you a son, Foster Wallace, three sweaters

And these fucking nonsense words inside the songs

But you must resist, learn well not to be afraid

And dance to the new electronic music on Saturday night

You look good like this

Skin and bones

Yes, sexy like that

Bass and drums

Are you OK

Stay with nothing

Stop crying tonight

Everything's all right

Oh yeah

You are tough like drum'n'bass

Stop crying tonight

Everything's all right

Oh yeah

You are tough like drum'n'bass