Cripple Bastards — Peso Inutile song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Peso Inutile" by Cripple Bastards.
Lyrics
Un peso inutile — un cadavere da occultare
per voi équello che sto diventando.
Le bastonate dei vecchi, le umiliazioni a scuola,
«servizio sostitutivo» … un anno a fare lo scarto
no, non éservito a niente.
Un peso inutile — un cadavere da occultare
perchénon ho merda da consumare o da produrre,
perchénon ho imparato a far dei soldi il mio destino,
perchénon chino la testa ai vostri imperativi.
… e son quello che si trascina dietro miriadi di topi
che scappano urlanti dai vostri condomìni.
Un peso inutile — un cadavere da occultare
e alla fine io scompaio, una riga su un registro
murato in un anfratto insieme ai vostri dubbi
…nervi a elastico in tensione, un giorno hanno ceduto.
Per i pesi inutili c'éil carcere speciale,
«la polvere sotto il tappeto aggiusta la visuale».
P. S.:
Ébello far da bersaglio al tiro-a-segno dei pregiudizi,
e quelli che non vogliono lavorare li impiccheresti tutti.
Il gusto di sentirti nobile anche se siam cresciuti nella stessa fogna,
il gusto di esser sovrano su una gerarchia di leccaculo…
La gioia di vivere, di continuare la stirpe.
Arrivare nel loculo giàputrefatto da millenni.
USELESS WEIGHT
A useless weight — a corpse to hide
that’s what I’m turning into for you.
The old ones' lashes — humiliations at school
«alternative service"* = a year being an out-cast
no, it served nothing.
A useless weight — a corpse to hide
because I haven’t got shit to consume or produce,
because I haven’t learnt to make money my destiny,
because I don’t bow my head to your imperatives.
…and I’m the one who drags along miriads of mice
escaping — screaming — from your condos.**
A useless weight — a corpse to hide
and in the end I disappear, a line in a register,
walled into a recess along with your doubts
…elastic-nerves in tension, one day they broke.
For useless weights there’s special jail
«the dust under the carpet adjusts your vision».
P. S.
It’s nice to be a target of prejudice-shooters,
and those who don’t want to work. you’d hang them all.
The savour of feeling noble even though we grew up in the same sewer,
the savour of being sovreign to a hierarchy of asslickers…
The joy of living, carrying on the stock,
arriving in your grave already decomposed since centuries.
alternative service or civil service = one year (now reduced to 10 months here
in Italy) of compulsory, low-paid social work, for those who don’t want to do the military service.
condominium, block of flats owned in common
Lyrics translation
A useless weight — a corpse to hide
for you, that's what I'm becoming.
The beating of old people, the humiliation at school,
"replacement service" ... one year to do the scrap
no, it's nothing.
A useless weight — a corpse to hide
because I don't have shit to consume or produce,
because I didn't learn to make money my destiny,
because you don't bow your head to your imperatives.
... and I'm the one who drags behind myriad mice
screaming from your apartment buildings.
A useless weight — a corpse to hide
and in the end I disappear, a row on a log
walled in a den along with your doubts
... elastic nerves in tension, one day they gave way.
For unnecessary weights there isspecial prison,
"the dust under the carpet adjusts the view."
P.S.:
Ebello as a target for the shot-to-mark of prejudices,
and those who don't want to work, you'd hang them all.
The taste of feeling noble even if we grew up in the same sewer,
the taste of being sovereign on a lollipop hierarchy…
The joy of living, of continuing the line.
Getting to the place alreadyputrophied for millennia.
USELESS WEIGHT
A useless weight - a corpse to hide
that's what I'm turning into for you.
The old ones ' lashes-humiliations at school
"alternative service" * = a year being an out-cast
no, it served nothing.
A useless weight - a corpse to hide
because I haven't got shit to consume or produce,
because I haven't learned to make money my destiny,
because I don't bow my head to your imperatives.
... and I'm the one who drags along miriads of mice
escaping-screaming-from your condos.**
A useless weight - a corpse to hide
and in the end I disappear, a line in a register,
walled into a recess along with your doubts
... elastic-nerves in tension, one day they broke.
For useless weights there's special jail
«the dust under the carpet adjusts your vision».
P. S.
It’s nice to be a target of prejudice-shooters,
and those who don’t want to work. you’d hang them all.
The savour of feeling noble even though we grew up in the same sewer,
the savour of being sovreign to a hierarchy of asslickers…
The joy of living, carrying on the stock,
arriving in your grave already decomposed since centuries.
alternative service or civil service = one year (now reduced to 10 months here
in Italy) of compulsory, low-paid social work, for those who don’t want to do the military service.
condominium, block of flats owned in common