Agnese non ci sta dentro - Sick Tamburo, Hardcore Tamburo

Agnese non sa che fare di quell’odore speciale che ha

Tutti la seguono sempre, anche se puzza di cane

Non piange più da tempo e prova poche emozioni

Ha una guerra in testa e non la vuole lasciare

E quello sguardo arrabbiato che ha preso dal padre

E quello sguardo arrabbiato mi fa sentire a disagio

E quella voce un po' roca ci piace e ci fa sognare

E il suo bisogno d’amore che tiene solo per sé

E quando arriva la sera

Agnese inizia a tremare

E torna la paura

E non la lascia più

E quando arriva la sera

Agnese inizia a pregare

Agnese non ci sta dentro più

Paura, paura

Paura, paura

Paura, paura

E quel suo modo di fare non segue nessuno schema

Cammina sempre da sola e non saluta nessuno

Si alza tardi al mattino, d’altronde va a letto tardi

E non fa mai colazione e gira in cerchio per ore

E quando arriva la sera

Agnese inizia a tremare

E torna la paura

E non la lascia più

E quando arriva la sera

Agnese inizia a pregare

Agnese non ci sta dentro più

E quella sua cicatrice è un regalo d’infanzia

Di quell’amico del padre che la voleva tutta per sé

Lei non ci voleva andare e per questo ha pagato

E quel suo labbro spaccato le rimarrà per sempre

E quando arriva la sera

Agnese inizia a tremare

E torna la paura

E non la lascia più

E quando arriva la sera

Agnese inizia a pregare

Agnese non ci sta dentro più

Agnese doesn't know what to do with that special smell she has

Everyone always follows her, even if she smells like a dog

She hasn't cried for a long time and feels few emotions

She has a war in her head and she doesn't want to leave her

And that angry look she got from her father

And that angry look makes me feel uncomfortable

And we like that slightly hoarse voice and it makes us dream

And her she needs her her love of her that she keeps only for herself

And when the evening comes

Agnes begins to tremble

And the fear returns

And she doesn't leave her anymore

And when the evening comes

Agnes begins to pray

Agnes is no longer in it

Fear, fear

Fear, fear

Fear, fear

And that way of doing her does not follow any pattern

She always walks alone and doesn't greet anyone

She gets up late in the morning, on the other hand she goes to bed late

And she never has breakfast and goes around in circles for hours

And when the evening comes

Agnes begins to tremble

And the fear returns

And she doesn't leave her anymore

And when the evening comes

Agnes begins to pray

Agnes is no longer in it

And that scar of hers is a childhood gift

Of that father's friend who wanted her all to himself

She didn't want to go and she paid for it

And that split lip of hers will remain forever

And when the evening comes

Agnes begins to tremble

And the fear returns

And she doesn't leave her anymore

And when the evening comes

Agnes begins to pray

Agnes is no longer in it