Farpa cortante - O Rappa
Below is the lyrics of the song Farpa cortante , artist - O Rappa with translation
Lyrics " Farpa cortante "
Original text with translation
Farpa cortante
O Rappa
Оригинальный текст
Não falta a marca da crise
O pé incomoda, incomoda com o furo
Eu quase encosto, encosto no muro
No lado de cá, no lado de cá da vitória
No escuro, o teto é a laje
Acende e apaga, apaga a fogueira
No charco molhado de papelão
Coberto de fogo da brasa da fogueira
Na brasa da fogueira
Na brasa da fogueira
Na brasa da fogueira
Não falta a marca da crise
O pé incomoda com o furo
Eu quase encosto no muro
No lado de cá da vitória
No escuro, o teto é a laje
Acende e apaga a fogueira
No charco molhado de papelão
Coberto de fogo, apaga a fogueira
Convivência é áspera e amarga
O encosto além do prudente
No úmido e frágil caminho
Eu não tenho meu pai, eu sou sozinho
A vida emprestada no crime
Na sombra, longe do firmamento
Sem choro, no estrilo, sem choro não há tempo
A lata (Sem choro não há tempo)
Com farpa (Sem choro não há tempo)
Cortante
A lata (a lata)
Com farpa, com farpa
Cortante, cortante
Não falta a marca da crise
O pé incomoda, incomoda com o furo
Eu quase encosto, encosto no muro
No lado de cá, no lado de cá da vitória
Não falta a marca da crise
O pé incomoda com o furo
Eu quase encosto no muro
No lado de cá da vitória
No escuro, o teto é a laje
Acende e apaga a fogueira
No charco molhado de papelão
Coberto de fogo, apaga a fogueira
A lata (Na brasa da fogueira)
Com farpa (Na brasa da fogueira)
Cortante (Na brasa da fogueira)
Cortante
Convivência áspera e amarga
O encosto além do prudente
No úmido e frágil caminho
Eu não tenho meu pai, eu sou sozinho
Sigo em frente no úmido e frágil caminho
Convivência áspera e amarga
O encosto além do prudente
No úmido e frágil caminho
Eu não tenho meu pai, eu sou sozinho
Convivência áspera e amarga
O encosto além do prudente
No úmido e frágil caminho
Eu não tenho meu pai, eu sou sozinho
A lata (Eu sou sozinho)
Com farpa (Eu sou sozinho)
Cortante (Cortante)
Cortante
A lata (A lata)
Com farpa (Com farpa)
Cortante, cortante
A lata, com farpa
Cortante, cortante
A lata, com a farpa
Cortante, cortante
Перевод песни
There is no lack of the crisis mark
The foot bothers, bothers with the hole
I almost lean against the wall
On the this side, on the this side of the victory
In the dark, the ceiling is the slab
Turn on and off, turn off the fire
In the wet pond of cardboard
Covered in fire from the ember of the fire
In the fire of the fire
In the fire of the fire
In the fire of the fire
There is no lack of the crisis mark
The foot bothers with the hole
I almost lean against the wall
On this side of the victory
In the dark, the ceiling is the slab
Lights and turns off the fire
In the wet pond of cardboard
Covered in fire, put out the fire
Living together is rough and bitter
The backrest beyond the prudent
On the damp and fragile path
I don't have my father, I'm alone
The life borrowed in crime
In the shadow, away from the firmament
Without crying, in the strength, without crying there is no time
The can (No crying, no time)
With a splinter (Without crying there's no time)
sharp
The can (the can)
With a splinter, with a splinter
cutting, cutting
There is no lack of the crisis mark
The foot bothers, bothers with the hole
I almost lean against the wall
On the this side, on the this side of the victory
There is no lack of the crisis mark
The foot bothers with the hole
I almost lean against the wall
On this side of the victory
In the dark, the ceiling is the slab
Lights and turns off the fire
In the wet pond of cardboard
Covered in fire, put out the fire
The can (On the fire of the fire)
With a splinter (In the fire of the fire)
Sharp (In the ember of the fire)
sharp
Rough and bitter coexistence
The backrest beyond the prudent
On the damp and fragile path
I don't have my father, I'm alone
I keep moving forward on the damp and fragile path
Rough and bitter coexistence
The backrest beyond the prudent
On the damp and fragile path
I don't have my father, I'm alone
Rough and bitter coexistence
The backrest beyond the prudent
On the damp and fragile path
I don't have my father, I'm alone
The can (I am alone)
With a splinter (I am alone)
Cutting (Cutting)
sharp
The can (The can)
With a splinter (With a splinter)
cutting, cutting
The can, with splinter
cutting, cutting
The can, with the barb
cutting, cutting
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