Traduzione del testo della canzone Survivor - Rabbit Junk
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Survivor
(originale)
I was born in the fire
Check my eyes, I’m not a liar
I was born in the fire
I’m a motherfucking survivor
I was born in the fire
Hell is my sire
I was born in the fire
I’m a motherfucking survivor
You spun your web like a spider
Round, round, getting tighter
But you were making me a fighter
With every sucker punch getting stronger and stronger
So I emerged with a broken wing
Every day still feeling the sting
I was born in the fire
Check my eyes, I’m not a liar
I was born in the fire
I’m a motherfucking survivor
I was born in the fire
Hell is my sire
I was born in the fire
I’m a motherfucking survivor
I kept it in my body
Your voice in a copy
Feeding on me like a parasite
Never killing me, just killing the light
Still I refused to fade away
Until nothing of you remained
I was born in the fire
Check my eyes, I’m not a liar
I was born in the fire
I’m a motherfucking survivor
I was born in the fire
Hell is my sire
I was born in the fire
I’m a motherfucking survivor
I should have drowned
When you held my head down
Beneath the waves
But fire ran through my veins
And I was able to breathe again
Then nothing of you remained
Rage
I kept it in my body
Body
I was born in the fire
I’m a survivor
I was born in the fire
Check my eyes, I’m not a liar
I was born in the fire
I’m a motherfucking survivor
I was born in the fire
Hell is my sire
I was born in the fire
I’m a motherfucking survivor
I’m a survivor
I’m a survivor
(traduzione)
Sono nato nel fuoco
Controlla i miei occhi, non sono un bugiardo
Sono nato nel fuoco
Sono una fottuta sopravvissuta
Sono nato nel fuoco
L'inferno è il mio sire
Sono nato nel fuoco
Sono una fottuta sopravvissuta
Hai fatto girare la tua tela come un ragno
Rotonda, tonda, sempre più stretta
Ma mi stavi rendendo un combattente
Con ogni pugno di ventosa che diventa sempre più forte