Pop X – SABBIA Lyrics
Artist: Pop X
Song: SABBIA
Scatenati come sirena nata e morta a Forlì
In pochi giorni siamo tutti qui
Ad aspettare un’altra estate, notti maculate
Ti presto il mio corpo per un atto di gioco
Per un giorno felice in cui c’è solo più Alice
Solamente un bastiano che cammina in riva al lago
E ti dice che sarà questo sogno di libertà
Pelatore di patate, artigiano del legno
Faccio croce un assegno, on me, oh, no, oh my god
Questa sera non c’è Brot, manco Mario nè [Socks/Sox?
Ti amo come un’atmosfera, l’atmosfera del rock
È la sabbia che ci va
Ed un’altra novità, vado a prendere il papà
Che passa sopra quest’ocеano
E non vola via per te
Che non vuol più sostarе sulla strada insieme a te
Come parlano i tuoi occhi, si girano e s’incantano
Come biglie di estate si schiantano
Come foglie di lava si lavano
Al G8 che si fa? Giuliani chiamerà
Al telefono un papà
Che avrà voglia di parlargli, dirgli che non ci sei qua ma
Scatenati come sirena nata e morta a Forlì
Come una falena che non si alza da qui
Senza le ali, senza la sua pelle
Senza tutte queste sue sorelle
Senza questa nostra folla [immensa/a mensa?]
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DATPOP X TORSO – TRANSYLVANIA
Pop Xirr – Ride With You
SABBIA Lyrics – English Translation
Unleashed as siren born and dead in Forlì
In a few days we are all here
To wait another summer, maculate nights
You will soon my body for a game act
For a happy day in which there is only more Alice
Only a basty walking by the lake
And he tells you that this dream of freedom will be
Potato meal, wood craftsman
I cross a check, on me, oh, no, oh my god
This evening there is no Brot, Manco Mario nor [Socks / Sox?
I love you like an atmosphere, the atmosphere of the rock
It is the sand that goes there
And another novelty, I’m going to take dad
Passing over this orthouse
And he doesn’t fly away for you
That doesn’t want to be more substantly on the road along with you
How your eyes speak, turn and chain themselves
As a summer marbles crashed
Like lava leaves wash
At the G8 you do? Giuliani will call
On the phone a dad
That he will want to talk to him, tell him that there is no here but
Unleashed as siren born and dead in Forlì
Like a moth who doesn’t get up here
Without wings, without his skin
Without all these sisters
Without our crowd [immense / canteen?]
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Pop X Lyrics – SABBIA
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All’organo Hammond X-66
Release Year: 2021