Punko - Tiromancino

Punko - Tiromancino

  • Year of release: 1995
  • Language: Italian
  • Duration: 3:09

Below is the lyrics of the song Punko , artist - Tiromancino with translation

Lyrics " Punko "

Original text with translation

Punko

Tiromancino

Original text

Informazioni, le televisioni

i bisogni quotidiani, le prestazioni

le opere teatrali, le rappresentazioni

la vita nei campi, le mestruazioni.

Cristo Cristo se avessi capito prima chi o che cosa tu eri veramente,

come un siluro, un siluro duro che provi a lanciare quando va a spaccarsi

contro un muro e non puoi dire niente.

Due contro di me, che poi uno solo

bastava e avanzava anche uno solamente.

Due contro di me mentre loro mi

guardavano e facevano la faccia prepotente.

Le mie azioni, le estrazioni

le variazioni, i giochi a premi

la prima volta, le stagioni

al fronte del 2000, i miei coglioni.

Salta nella vita, c'è chi suona la grancassa e spacca le ossa e tu sei sempre

lo stesso, e non capisci cosa ti fa stare male.

Canti e non ti passa, passa solo chi non campa e tira l’acqua sopra il gomito

del monte la grancassa della guerra nucleare.

Cosa ti fa male, cosa ti fa stare male (4x)

Rino Gaetano mi perdoni

Girano i coloni, le frustrazioni

Robert Plant, mess on’dur

I believe in Yousson D’Our.

Cosa ti fa male, cosa ti fa stare male (4x)

Song translation

Information, televisions

daily needs, performance

theatrical works, performances

life in the fields, menstruation.

Christ Christ if you first understood who or what you really were,

like a torpedo, a hard torpedo you try to launch when it breaks apart

against a wall and you can't say anything.

Two against me, then only one

even just one was enough.

Two against me while them me

they looked and made a bully face.

My actions, the extractions

the variations, the games with prizes

the first time, the seasons

at the 2000 front, my balls.

Jump into life, there are those who play the bass drum and break bones and you are always

the same, and you don't understand what makes you feel bad.

You sing and it does not pass you, only those who do not live pass and pull the water over the elbow

of the mountain the bass drum of nuclear war.

What hurts you, what hurts you (4x)

Rino Gaetano forgive me

The settlers turn, the frustrations

Robert Plant, mess on'dur

I believe in Yousson D'Our.

What hurts you, what hurts you (4x)

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