Lo-Faccio Lyrics – Babota
Singer: Babota
Title: Lo-Faccio
Sono disperso in questo spazio ristretto
Sei facce mi guardano solo con disprezzo
Nessuna storia d’amore, corre sul prato bianco e la mina si spezza
Non è bella la vita se respiro aria compressa
Scrivo “Mi manchi” in quattro lingue
Ti sei presa la fetta più grossa del cuore più piccolo
Che non dà ricompensa
L’arte per l’arte, esigenza primordiale
Marmo scalfito, eroso, corroso e distrutto, ma dal ricordo infinito
Ascoltami, tutto ciò che non hai di me e ciò che invidio
L’Olimpo degli Dei a deciso e mi ha punito
A vivere con occhi puri e sogni infranti
Sе sono come sono è grazie a questi novе metri quadri
I’m talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room at the White House
And, a-and with a vision for the future
Mi sono perso in questi nove metri quadri
Scappo e non voglio ritrovarmi
Se sono come sono è anche grazie al silenzio
E questo spazio immenso, ma ristretto
Non ho favori da raccontarti
Né poesie da recitarti
Ma solo farti capire perché sono diverso dagli altri
Dalla finestra fissa il cielo scuro
Il Nord è chiaro, non potrò perdermi di nuovo
La musica non è un dono
Ma una casa popolare intatta dopo un terremoto
Words to you – over
That would be an honour
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Lo-Faccio – English Translation
I am dispersed in this restricted space
Six faces only look at me with contempt
No love story, runs on the white lawn and the mine breaks
Life is not beautiful if breathing compressed air
I write “I miss you” in four languages
You took the biggest slice of the smallest heart
Not giving reward
Art for art, primordial requirement
Marble scratched, eroded, corroded and destroyed, but from the infinite memory
Listen to me, all you don’t have about me and what I envy
The Olympus of the gods decided and punished me
To live with pure eyes and broken dreams
Sе are how they are thanks to these novels square meters
I’m talking to you by telephone from the oval room at the white house
AND, A-AND WITH VISION FOR THE FUTURE
I was lost in these nine square meters
I don’t want to find myself
If they are as they are also thanks to silence
And this immense but restricted space
I have no favors to tell you
Neither Poems To Recite You
But just make you understand why I am different from the others
From the window fixed the dark sky
The north is clear, I will not be able to lose myself again
Music is not a gift
But a popular home intact after an earthquake
Words to you – over
That would be an honor
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Lyrics Babota – Lo-Faccio
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