Eri la mia eroina, eri la mia eroina
E mi trattavi di merda di merda ma tu
Tu eri uguale a prima pulita e cristallina
E io non ero che l’ultimo filo d’erba
In tutta Hiroshima in tutta Hiroshima
E ci si riprendeva ma solo se eri in vena tu
E il braccio fa ancora male per gli aghi le fiale le fiabe le spade dei tuoi re Artù
Ci si rifà quest’estate, dicevi, solo coca e rum
Con quella dieta d’acciaio e sapone che vieta il Giappone anche all’ultimo dei suoi shogun
Eri la mia eroina, eri la mia еroina
E mi trattavi di merda di merda ma tu
Tu eri ugualе a prima, la principessa Xena
E io non ero che un esile filo d’erba
In piena Hiroshima
E ci si dipingeva la faccia le mani e il sangue di blu
Io ti facevo la corte e la corte ti facevi anche tu, nelle stanze della servitù
E poi facevo il bucato e da schiavo raschiavo i colori
Da quei messaggi usa e getta che ci si iniettava di fretta perché non vedessimo i fori
Eri la mia eroina, eri la mia eroina
E mi trattavi di merda di merda ma tu
Tu eri uguale a prima, pulita e cristallina
E io non ero che l’ultimo filo d’erba
In tutta Hiroshima in tutta Hiroshima
Prova tu, dai, provaci tu
Prova tu a ricrescere
Eri la mia eroina, eri la mia eroina
E mi trattavi di merda di merda ma tu
Tu eri uguale a prima, pulita e cristallina
E io non ero che l’ultimo filo d’erba
In tutta Hiroshima in tutta Hiroshima in tutta Hiroshima
(e il circolo artico entrava in circolo) in tutta Hiroshima
(e il circolo artico entrava in circolo) in tutta Hiroshima
(e il circolo artico entrava in circolo) in tutta Hiroshima
(e il circolo artico entrava in circolo) in tutta Hiroshima
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Hiroshima Lyrics English
You were my her#ine, you were my her#ine
And you treated me with sh#t shit but you
You were equal to first clean and crystalline
And I was only the last wire of grass
In all Hiroshima in all Hiroshima
And we recovered but only if you were in the mood you
And the arm still hurts for the needles the ampoules the fairy tales the swords of your king Arthur
You will make up for this summer, you said, only coca and rum
With that steel diet and soap that prohibits Japan also at the last of its Shogun
You were my her#ine, you were my е
And you treated me with sh#t shit but you
You were the same at first, Princess Xena
And I was only a slender grass thread
In full hiroshima
And the hands and blood of blue was painted
I made you the court and the Court made you too, in the rooms of the eas#ment
And then I was laundry and slavish the colors I scraped
From those without messages that he threw himself in hurry because we did not see the holes
You were my her#ine, you were my her#ine
And you treated me with sh#t shit but you
You were the same as before, clean and crystalline
And I was only the last wire of grass
In all Hiroshima in all Hiroshima
Try you, come on, try it
Try you to recrease
You were my her#ine, you were my her#ine
And you treated me with sh#t shit but you
You were the same as before, clean and crystalline
And I was only the last wire of grass
In all Hiroshima in all Hiroshima in all Hiroshima
(and the Arctic circle entered the circle) throughout Hiroshima
(and the Arctic circle entered the circle) throughout Hiroshima
(and the Arctic circle entered the circle) throughout Hiroshima
(and the Arctic circle entered the circle) throughout Hiroshima
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PROTTO Lyrics – Hiroshima