C’è una ragazza che canta nel ghetto in piedi al di fuori di un bar
Alza ancora il volume dell’ipod per non sentir l’urlo della sua città
“hurricane annie ripped the ceiling off a church and killed everyone inside”
Come gli usignoli accecati lei canta per scacciare l’oscurità
E stringe più forte le cuffie alle orecchie per chiudersi dentro di se
E sentire solo il suo cuore minuscolo in tutto il rumore che c’è
What it takes to be a man / when i don’t know who i am
What it takes to be a man (and what it takes to be a man)
C’è una signora nera in pieno Times Square nuda dentro un sacco di plastica
Come immondizia gettata per terra lei piange da strapparti l’anima
Vendere lacrime è il suo mestiere dolore in cambio di pietà
Per trenta denari dai turisti anche oggi erode la sua dignità
What it takes to be a man / when i don’t know who i am
What it takes to be a man (and what it takes to be a man)
E non vedo il volto di un uomo allo specchio
Canuti i capelli da tempo il bastone è la guida
Del vecchio ed esausto Tiresia
Che ha udito il vissuto diventare mito
Io ero a Babele tra mille voci di popoli
Che sento ancora nel cuore delle metropoli
Acciaio e cemento
Dita dentro la terra
La stoffa, le frange la massa si serra
In gironi dolenti sul gange
Lo stesso disegno in ogni tempo del regno
Il tempo che passa che cresce, consuma e divora
Milioni di storie di nomi
Ma l’anima resta una sola
Ma l’anima è sempre una sola
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Madrac – Io non ho paura
Madrac – Brucia
What it takes to be a man Lyrics English
There is a girl who sings in the ghetto standing outside a bar
He still raises the volume of the iPod to not hear the scream of her city
“Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling off at Church and Killed Everyone Inside”
Like the blinded nightingnives she sings to drive out the darkness
And she tightens her headphones stronger to close inside
And feel only the heart of her tiny of her throughout the noise there is
What It Takes To Be A Man / When I Don’t Know Who I AM
What it takes to be a man (and what it takes to be a man)
There is a black lady in full Times Square naked inside a plastic bag
As a garbage thrown to the ground you cry to tear your soul
Sell tears is the craft of her pain of her in exchange for pity
For thirty money from tourists, even today Her dignity today
What It Takes To Be A Man / When I Don’t Know Who I AM
What it takes to be a man (and what it takes to be a man)
And I don’t see the face of a man in the mirror
I can think the hair has long been the stick is the guide
Of the old and exhausted Tiresia
Who heard the lived become myth
I was in Babele among a thousand rumors of peoples
That I still feel in the heart of the metropolis
Steel and cement
Fingers inside the earth
The fabric, the fringes the mass gets greenery
In sore groups on the ganges
The same design at every time of the Kingdom
The time that goes growing, consumes and devours
Millions of names stories
But the soul remains only one
But the soul is always one
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Madrac Lyrics – What it takes to be a man