Cripple Bastards — Il Grande Silenzio song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il Grande Silenzio" by Cripple Bastards.
Lyrics
Quei giorni… non credevo mai che saremmo arrivati a questo
1998… noi, corpi sfatti e assuefatti per la mediocrità
Popolazione cancerogena
Non so se guarderete indietro anche voi…
Il grande silenzio
Che avvolge le mie mani, e domina i miei occhi
Oscurando ciò che penso
Il ciclo del dissenso
Perseguita la mia pace, fomenta il mio disprezzo
Per poi implorar vendetta
.e intanto la stanza é piccola e la gente sta aumentando
Ogni gesto, ogni abitudine ormai é fastidio che va in crescendo
Non mi sento così egoista nel rivendicare l’aria che stai infettando
L’equilibrio che hai distrutto apparteneva anche a me!
Il grande silenzio
Un mitra nelle mani, un progetto nella mente
L’urgenza di farmi spazio
Nervoso come il vento
Espando il gusto del nero, condanno ogni parola
Mi butto nel massacro
Tua moglie in giro gonfia per un altro colpo andato a centro
É sfoggio di virilità e la tua stirpe sta incalzando
Ho bruciato anni su anni a detestarti, coetaneo spento
E i surrogati che oggi educhi chissà che merde diventeranno…
Those days… I could never believe that we would’ve arrived to this
1998… we — bodies outworn and addicted in the name of mediocrity
Cancerous population
Don’t know if you too will take a look back…
THE GREAT SILENCE
That binds my hands, and dominates my eyes
Darkening what I think
THE CYCLE OF DISSENT
Persecutes my peace, provokes my contempt
And then begs for my revenge
.meanwhile the room is small and people are increasing
Every gesture, every habit by now is annoyance getting louder
I don’t feel to be such an egoist claiming the air you’re infecting
The equilibrium you destroyed was also mine!
THE GREAT SILENCE
A machine-gun in the hands, a plan in the head
The urge to make place
NERVOUS LIKE THE WIND
I expand the taste of black, condemn every word
Throw myself in the massacre
Your wife hangin' around pregnant r another blow hitting the mark
It’s parade of virility and your stock gets closing in
I burnt years on years detesting you — lifeless contemporary
And those substitutes you educate today
Who knows what kind of assholes will become…
Lyrics translation
Those days... I never thought we'd come to this.
1998 ... we, ungodly and addicted bodies for mediocrity
Carcinogenic population
I don't know if you'll look back too…
The Great Silence
That envelops my hands, and dominates my eyes
Obscuring what I think
The cycle of dissent
Persecute my peace, foment my contempt
And then beg for revenge
.and meanwhile the room is small and people are increasing
Every gesture, every habit is now bothersome that goes on growing
I don't feel so selfish in claiming the air you're infecting
The balance you destroyed belonged to me too!
The Great Silence
A machine gun in the hands, a project in the mind
The urgency of making room for me
Nervous as the wind
I expand the taste of black, I condemn every word
I'm throwing myself into the slaughter
Your wife around puffy for another shot gone to center
It's a show of manhood and your bloodline is racing
I've burned years on years to hate you, dead peer
And the surrogates you educate today who knows what shit they'll become…
Those days ... I could never believe that we would've arrived to this
1998 ... we-bodies outworn and addicted in the name of mediocrity
Cancerous population
Don't know if you too will take a look back…
THE GREAT SILENCE
That binds my hands, and dominates my eyes
Darkening what I think
THE CYCLE OF DISSENT
Persecutes my peace, provokes my contempt
And then begs for my revenge
.meanwhile the room is small and people are increasing
Every gesture, every habit by now is annoyance getting louder
I don't feel to be such an egoist claiming the air you're infecting
The equilibrium you destroyed was also mine!
THE GREAT SILENCE
A machine-gun in the hands, a plan in the head
The urge to make place
NERVOUS LIKE THE WIND
I expand the taste of black, condemn every word
Throw myself in the massacre
Your wife hangin ' around pregnant r another blow hitting the mark
It’s parade of virility and your stock gets closing in
I burnt years on years detesting you — lifeless contemporary
And those substitutes you educate today
Who knows what kind of assholes will become…