Traduzione del testo della canzone The Air-Conditioned Nightmare - Mr. Bungle
Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi leggere il testo della canzone The Air-Conditioned Nightmare , di - Mr. Bungle. Canzone dall'album The Studio Album Collection, nel genere Иностранный рок Data di rilascio: 10.11.2013 Etichetta discografica: Rhino Entertainment Company Lingua della canzone: Inglese
The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
(originale)
Hey, inside of me today
There is no one
Only asteroids and empty space
A waste
Oh, oh, oh, oh, we-ooh
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
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Bap, bap, bap, bap
Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare
Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, you
You will hate life more than life hates you
Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Get me out of this air-conditioner nightmare
Rots your brain, just like a catchy tune, you
You will hate life more than life hates you
Get me out of this air-conditioner nightmare
Walking on air
Up from the wheelchair
I’ll find the suicide
That I deserve
Walking on sand
Forgotten where I am
But it’s so comfortable
Here in the sun…
I only see rainbows
Now that the bandages are gone
Through my window, there
From the skyscrapers
Down to the submarines
Birds and fairies
Sanctuaries
Atop the rolling hills of Hell
These words are sledgehammers
Of truth
That pound the iron heart
Of sin
Bloody smiling
Vandalizing
My wet dream is drying up
Walkin' on air up from the wheelchair
I’ll find the suicide, that I deserve
Walkin' on sand, forgotten where I am
But it’s so comfortable, here in the sun
Where’s my rainbow?
Where’s my halo?
There’s my halo!
(traduzione)
Ehi, dentro di me oggi
Non c'è nessuno
Solo asteroidi e spazio vuoto
Uno spreco
Oh, oh, oh, oh, noi-ooh
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Tirami fuori da questo incubo con l'aria condizionata
Ti fa marcire il cervello proprio come una melodia orecchiabile, tu
Odierai la vita più di quanto la vita odi te
La felicità è la tua malattia in un incubo con l'aria condizionata
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Tirami fuori da questo incubo del condizionatore d'aria
Ti fa marcire il cervello, proprio come una melodia orecchiabile, tu
Odierai la vita più di quanto la vita odi te
Tirami fuori da questo incubo del condizionatore d'aria