Bambole - Negrita

Mentre le ideologie si estinguono

E le coscienze si disperdono

Insieme ai muri crollano

Le veritaЂ™ di comodo

I monumenti a cosa servono?

La vera storia non la insegnano

Non devo chiedere

Devo far da me

La veritaЂ™ sta dentro a un nylon

Dimenticata in qualche oceano

Sotto la buccia debole

Di 10.000 regole

Ti capisco

Quando dici che

Rivorresti

Le tue bambole…

E mi hanno sempre fatto credere (che)

NellЂ™incertezza eЂ™ meglio prendere

Ma se io prendo chi eЂ™ che daЂ™?

Se io prendo chi eЂ™ che daЂ™?

Ne ho visti troppi qui di oracoli

E troppe corti dei miracoli

Io non vi posso credere

Io non vi voglio credere…

Ti capisco

Quando dici che

Rivuoi indietro

Le tue bambole…

Good timesbad times…

Good times… bad times…

Ti capisco

Quando dici che

Rivorresti

Le tue bambole…

Ora ha senso

Quando pensi che

Rivuoi indietro

Le tue bambole…

While ideologies die out

And consciences are dispersed

Together with the walls they collapse

The truths of convenience

What are the monuments for?

They don't teach real history

I don't have to ask

I have to do it myself

The truth is inside a nylon

Forgotten in some ocean

Under the weak peel

Of 10,000 rules

I understand you

When you say that

You would want it back

Your dolls ...

And they always made me believe (that)

In uncertainty it is better to take

But if I take who is giving?

If I take who is giving?

I've seen too many oracles here

And too many courts of miracles

I can't believe you

I don't want to believe you ...

I understand you

When you say that

You want it back

Your dolls ...

Good timesbad times ...

Good times ... bad times ...

I understand you

When you say that

You would want it back

Your dolls ...

Now it makes sense

When do you think that

You want it back

Your dolls ...