Patologia - Diodato
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Patologia - Diodato

Альбом
E forse sono pazzo
Год
2014
Язык
`Italian`
Длительность
328310

Below is the lyrics of the song Patologia , artist - Diodato with translation

Lyrics " Patologia "

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Patologia

Diodato

Оригинальный текст

Metto in pari il quaderno con la scrivania

E gli anelli imperfetti li arrotondo con un po' di fantasia

Ora che tutto è a posto, puoi anche andare via

Ci sarà il mio bell’ordine a farmi compagnia

Soffro di una strana patologia

Metto in ordine cose

Manco fossero cose della vita mia

Soffro di una strana patologia

Se qualcosa non va

Metto in ordine e già torna l’armonia

Dovrei rifare pure il letto

Ma forse non avrebbe senso

Considerando pure il fatto

Che tutto intorno è ancora tutto sfatto

Meglio lavare qualche piatto

Per poi sentirmi soddisfatto

E allineare quel bicchiere

Per non avere più pensieri

Soffro di una strana patologia

Metto in ordine cose

Manco fossero cose della vita mia

Soffro di una strana patologia

Se qualcosa non va

Metto in ordine e già torna l’armonia

E qual è il tuo posto in questo posto?

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Перевод песни

I put the notebook on par with the desk

And I round off the imperfect rings with a little imagination

Now that everything is in place, you can also leave

My nice order will be there to keep me company

I suffer from a strange pathology

I put things in order

They were not even things in my life

I suffer from a strange pathology

If something is wrong

I put in order and harmony is already back

I should make the bed as well

But maybe it wouldn't make sense

Considering the fact as well

That everything around is still all undone

Better wash a few dishes

To then feel satisfied

And line up that glass

To have no more thoughts

I suffer from a strange pathology

I put things in order

They were not even things in my life

I suffer from a strange pathology

If something is wrong

I put in order and harmony is already back

And what's your place in this place?

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-pa, pa-ra, pa-pa, pa-pa

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