wax – Storie

wax – Storie Lyrics

Artist: wax
Song: Storie

Ma le storie che racconterò
Ci sarai te, la mia casa, il mio quartiere un po’
Fai le storie per un livido
Sei stata tu a farmi più male, non lo sai, no

Non faccio storie sui social o con lei
Ho solo delle storie che dimenticare vorrei
Tipo mia madre a terra, mio padre con il vino
Il mio amico non ha smesso fino all’ultimo respiro

E voglio starci fuori tanto, yah
È spettacolare, quasi un film
Se ne è andata, non mento, ho pianto
Vorrei tanto che lei fosse qui con me

Ma le storie che racconterò
Ci sarai te, la mia casa, il mio quartierе un po’
Fai le storie per un livido
Sеi stata tu a farmi più male, non lo sai, no

Non faccio storie vado avanti
M’immagino sul Rover con i guanti
Son povero di money come tanti
Ho le mani occupate dal lavoro, infatti

Rondini, rondini fischiano
Come i passi e i freni dell’auto
In camera smatto
Quell’ansia mi ingoia di, mi ingoia di scatto

Creo io la mia storia
La storia non mi crea affatto (Oh, oh, oh)
E voglio starci fuori tanto, yah
È spettacolare, quasi un film

Se ne è andata, non mento, ho pianto
Vorrei tanto che lei fosse qui con me
Ma le storie che racconterò
Ci sarai te, la mia casa, il mio quartiere un po’

Fai le storie per un livido
Sei stata tu a farmi più male, non lo sai, no
Ma le storie che racconterò
Ci sarai te, la mia casa, il mio quartiere un po’

Fai le storie per un livido
Sei stata tu a farmi più male, non lo sai, no
Okay
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Storie Lyrics – English Translation

But the stories that I will tell
You will be you, my house, my neighborhood a little
Make the stories for a bruise
It was you who hurt me more, you don’t know, no

I don’t make stories on social networks or with her
I only have some stories that I would like to forget
Like my mother on the ground, my father with wine
My friend did not stop until the last breath

And I want to be out so much, Yah
It is spectacular, almost a movie
He went away, not chin, I cried
I want so much she was here with me

But the stories that I will tell
You will be you, my house, my quarterica a little
Make the stories for a bruise
Some was you who hurt me, you don’t know, no

I don’t make stories go on
I imagine me on the rover with gloves
I am poor in money like so many
I have my hands busy with work, in fact

Rondini, Rondini Fistchiano
Like the steps and brakes of the car
In the chamber by the
That anxiety swallows me with, I swallow me by

I create my story
The story does not create me at all (oh, oh, oh)
And I want to be out so much, Yah
It is spectacular, almost a movie

He went away, not chin, I cried
I want so much she was here with me
But the stories that I will tell
You will be you, my house, my neighborhood a little

Make the stories for a bruise
It was you who hurt me more, you don’t know, no
But the stories that I will tell
You will be you, my house, my neighborhood a little

Make the stories for a bruise
It was you who hurt me more, you don’t know, no
Okay
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wax Lyrics – Storie

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Release Year: 2017