L'orgia - Diaframma
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L'orgia - Diaframma

Альбом
The Self Years 1998 - 2017
Год
2017
Язык
`Italian`
Длительность
189750

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Lyrics " L'orgia "

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L'orgia

Diaframma

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Io voglio o vorrei partecipare, almeno una volta, ad un’orgia

Che ho saputo, da fonti sicure, ogni tanto ancora fai

Io voglio o vorrei partecipare, almeno una volta, ad un’orgia

Che per vie segrete ho saputo, coi tuoi amici, ancora fai

Ma dei miei amici che ne sai?

C'è del vissuto tra di noi

Tu dei miei amici che ne sai?

Non rovinare tutto, dai

Sto bene insieme a te, soltanto insieme a te

Che mi sembra di sognare, sognare, sognare…

Sto bene insieme a te, soltanto io e te

La nostra storia è questa, i suoi equilibri non alterare, alterare

I suoi equilibri non alterare, alterare

La domenica mattina, tutto solo, in piazza Dalmazia

A guardare uomini che non sanno più sognare, sognare

La domenica mattina, tutto solo, in piazza Dalmazia

A guardare uomini che non sanno più sognare, sognare

A scuola avevo amici stronzi che se reagivo ai loro insulti

I professori poi ci punivano, io ero un tipo manesco

A scuola avevo amici stronzi che se reagivo ai loro insulti

I professori poi ci punivano, io ero un tipo manesco

Io ero un tipo manesco, io ero un tipo manesco

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I want or would like to participate, at least once, in an orgy

Which I learned, from reliable sources, you still do every now and then

I want or would like to participate, at least once, in an orgy

That in secret ways I learned, with your friends, you still do

But what do you know about my friends?

There is some experience between us

What do you know about my friends?

Don't screw it up, come on

I'm fine with you, only with you

That I seem to dream, dream, dream ...

I'm fine with you, just you and me

Our history is this, its balances do not alter, alter

Its balances do not alter, alter

On Sunday morning, all alone, in Piazza Dalmazia

Watching men who no longer know how to dream, to dream

On Sunday morning, all alone, in Piazza Dalmazia

Watching men who no longer know how to dream, to dream

At school I had asshole friends who reacted to their insults

The professors then punished us, I was an abusive type

At school I had asshole friends who reacted to their insults

The professors then punished us, I was an abusive type

I was the abusive type, I was the abusive type

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