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Genius English Translations - Fulminacci Borghese In Borghese English Translation Lyrics

[Intro]
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Huh, I didn't understand, what?

[Verse 1]
It weirds me out this thing that everybody is bipolar
Or at least the fact that they call themselves like that, also
It's too easy to say that you've got weird problems
Often, who helps you is somebody who's got real problems
Those normal beings, who read the newspapers
Those with a wife, a job, a son and two dogs
Those who sleep at night, they don't get confused
They reply when you talk to them, thе human beings
And they're finе, do you know why they're fine?
Because every day they accept their nature
They are not like you who's always searching for a cure
They have no time nor will to be afraid
And imagine if in their lives there's room for a problem
That isn't about Roma or Lazio, for a disorder
A dilemma, a crazy disease
That has neither head, nor tail, nor arms
(Nor dick)

[Chorus]
I sing my opinion so that it spreads
I'm a middle class undercover, that's how I hide
I'm a bronze statue so that I can fuse
With your jerk face that I use to defend myself
I sing my opinion so that it spreads
I'm a middle class undercover, that's how I hide
I'm a bronze statue so that I can fuse
With your jerk face that I use to defend myself
[Verse 2]
I never do anything to defend myself
The amount of calories that people burn
You don't think about it, but if you look at your life
Or even if you look at mine from above
You're still a loser, I'm still a loser
I've been here for twenty years but I'm nobody
I've been playing for ten years, been smoking for three
I've been sleepy for three days, sweating for three showers
I know this but I don't know if I put salt in the tomato sauce
I'm sure I did, but I don't want to taste
Now the problem's managing to poop before I go out
And the biggest problem of all
The repression of the righteous with the censorship of the burps
But the train stations don't make me emotional anymore
Nor do your comfortable cliches comfort me
These half opinions that are more and more valuable
The very expensive Polaroids that make a comeback

[Chorus]
I sing my opinion so that it spreads
I'm a middle class undercover, that's how I hide
I'm a bronze statue so that I can fuse
With your jerk face that I use to defend myself
I sing my opinion so that it spreads
I'm a middle class undercover, that's how I hide
I'm a bronze statue so that I can fuse
With your jerk face that I use to defend myself
[Verse 3]
Protected designation of origin
I'm from the suburbs but not the overused ones
You make a deal with the Devil
I'm waiting for the deal with ATAC
On Saturdays I take out the organic waste
I'm a slave to AMA
Where I'm from there are more holes than asphalt
And from time to time the street lights turn on, as if by magic
And it looks like an epidemic is spreading
Known to the neighbourhood with the name of Hydro-madness
If it wasn't for that magical world of fungi and infections
I would find it seriously difficult to give directions
Great Ring Junction, exit 33
Only if you're coming from the sea, come get me
They say that in twenty years there will be the revolution
Where the train passes by, they will build a station
I can already imagine the people in the street, ready to scream
"We want back our freedom to be able to complain"
(Are we...?)

[Chorus]
I sing my opinion so that it spreads
I'm a middle class undercover, that's how I hide
I'm a bronze statue so that I can fuse
With your jerk face that I use to defend myself
I sing my opinion so that it spreads
I'm a middle class undercover, that's how I hide
I'm a bronze statue so that I can fuse
With your jerk face that I use to defend myself
[Outro]
I sing my opinion so that it spreads
I'm a middle class undercover, that's how I hide
I sing my opinion so that it spreads
I'm a middle class undercover, that's how I hide
(I sing but it's not like, it's not like I really sing, you know?)