The Zen Circus — It's Paradise song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "It's Paradise" by The Zen Circus.
Lyrics
Son morti e dai vermi ricoperti,
Son morti e dai vermi ricoperti,
Son morti e dai vermi ricoperti,
It’s paradise.
Son morti i furbi e gli stronzi,
Son morti i buoni ed i colti,
Son morti ormai tutti quanti,
It’s paradise.
C’era un bambino al camposanto,
Che chiede ai genitori, stanco,
Dov'è che li hanno seppelliti quelli cattivi.
Leggendo tutti gli epitaffi
Sembravan tutti dei santi,
Ma lui, al mondo da poco, aveva capito tutto.
Che son morti i furbi e gli stronzi,
Che son morti i buoni ed i colti,
Che son morti ormai tutti quanti,
It’s paradise.
Son morti e dai vermi ricoperti,
Son morti e dai vermi ricoperti,
Son morti e dai vermi ricoperti,
It’s paradise.
Il bambino, tornando da scuola,
Si chiede com'è che funziona
Questa morte, che hanno paura tutti i grandi.
A farne le conseguenze
Della scoperta eccitante,
Sarà un grillo che canta,
Ora non canta più.
Son morte le bestie e le piante,
Son morte le bestie e le piante,
Son morte ormai tutte quante,
It’s paradise.
Son morte e da macchine schiacciate,
Son morte e dagli uomini mangiate,
Son morte, dal freddo ricoperte.
It’s paradise
Lyrics translation
They are dead and covered by worms,
They are dead and covered by worms,
They are dead and covered by worms,
It's paradise.
The smart ones and the assholes are dead.,
The good and the learned are dead,
They're all dead now.,
It's paradise.
There was a baby at the camposanto,
Asking parents, tired,
Where the bad guys buried them.
Reading all the epitaphs
They all looked like Saints.,
But he, in the world recently, had understood everything.
Who died the smart and the assholes,
That the good and the learned are dead,
Who are all dead now,
It's paradise.
They are dead and covered by worms,
They are dead and covered by worms,
They are dead and covered by worms,
It's paradise.
The child, returning from school,
You wonder how it works
This death, which all the great are afraid of.
To make the consequences
Of exciting discovery,
It will be a cricket that sings,
She's not singing anymore.
The beasts and the plants are dead,
The beasts and the plants are dead,
They're all dead now,
It's paradise.
They are dead and from crushed cars,
They are dead and eaten by men,
They're dead, covered in cold.
It's paradise