Sottoposti al taglio - Cripple Bastards

Un treno che sfonda il tuo destino

Lanciato a tutto peso in discesa verso --------

Un ricordo di amicizia dilaniato senza perché

Come un treno ha tranciato il tuo destino

.contorto in sinfonie d’ossa

Lamine e carne dietro di sé

E lì rimane la nostra casa

Ma alla sua porta oggi chi c'è…

Un monumento alla ripicca

Per chi ha annientato la nostra storia

C’era un treno, una terra e il TUO destino

Alla prima tante scuse (incompatibile)

Non ne potevi un cazzo

Per poi scoprirlo dai giornali —

Crollare all’alba col classico urlo dentro

Alla terza un film scontato —

Da non riavvolgere né fermare

L’ultima spiaggia una depressione

Il cui traguardo è essere normale

INCOMPATIBILI E TRADITI

PS: … alla tristezza che ci fa guida attraverso ogni notte

Sparpagliata nelle psicosi di milioni di occhi in diaspora

«GETTING THE CUT»

A train that smashes through your fate

Ploughing full-speed down towards --------

A memory of friendship shattered without reason

Has sliced apart your fate like a train

… twisted in a symphony of bones

Metal shards and flesh behind it

And that’s where our house lingers

But who’s at its door now …

A monument to malice

For whoever destroyed our history

There was a train, a land and YOUR destiny

The first time, just excuses (incompatible)

Then you couldn’t give a f*ck

Then it was in the papers —

Falling apart at dawn with a good old silent scream

Third time, a trite film —

Not worth rewinding or stopping

The last resort was depression

Its finishing line, normality

MISMATCHED AND BETRAYED

PS: … for the sadness that guides us through every night

Scattered in the psychoses of millions of diasporic eyes

A train that smashes your destiny

Launched with full weight downhill towards --------

A memory of friendship torn apart without why

Like a train has cut your destiny

. twisted into bone symphonies

Foil and meat behind it

And there our home remains

But who is at his door today ...

A monument to spite

For those who have annihilated our history

There was a train, a land and YOUR destiny

At the first many apologies (incompatible)

You couldn't shit

Only to find out in the newspapers -

Collapsing at dawn with the classic scream inside

At the third a discounted film -

Not to be rewound or stopped

The last resort is a depression

Whose goal is to be normal

INCOMPATIBLE AND BETRAYED

PS:… to the sadness that drives us through each night

Scattered in the psychosis of millions of diaspora eyes

"GETTING THE CUT"

A train that smashes through your fate

Plowing full-speed down towards --------

A memory of friendship shattered without reason

Has sliced ​​apart your fate like a train

… Twisted in a symphony of bones

Metal shards and flesh behind it

And that's where our house lingers

But who's at its door now ...

A monument to malice

For whoever destroyed our history

There was a train, a land and YOUR destiny

The first time, just excuses (incompatible)

Then you couldn’t give a f * ck

Then it was in the papers -

Falling apart at dawn with a good old silent scream

Third time, a trite film -

Not worth rewinding or stopping

The last resort was depression

Its finishing line, normality

MISMATCHED AND BETRAYED

PS:… for the sadness that guides us through every night

Scattered in the psychoses of millions of diasporic eyes