Jolly Roger English Translation Lyrics by Tedua
Deal with me tonight
I climbed the stairs of paradise
Which falls into the tax haven
Deal with me tonight
I met my father (Hey, Tedua, listen)
I was missing a piece, but now that I’ve put it back, I’m not doing bad
I brought half a pound to Diego at the hospital bed
Hey, man, it’s flashbacks, memories, Ray Charles, you’re playing in playback
God can’t see without glasses because he lost his diopter
The magic of the twenties, every lie seems true
In the ghost city, the drama is already on display
But here, nothing changes, everything’s just like before
Under the arcades, under the glasses, the whirlpools
Among the guests who make themselves comfortable
At my table, there’s no one defaming me
Drilliguria, Wild Bandana, we won’t return poor
My hands are dirty with blood
And I can’t stay away
From the problems of my life
The habits of people
I don’t know what I’ll do when I grow up
I’ll know from a fortune teller
You’ll see me on a postcard
Because my story continues
I disappeared, I won’t stay around anymore
Medicines to no longer feel strong emotions
Calmatives, in my mind I have beautiful memories
That I’ll always forget, I’ll stay with the worst
You listen to this stuff and tell me you relate to it
You’re breaking yourself with drugs and I think you don’t respect yourself
If you want advice, quit it, it’s useless
It’s just a terrible idea, alone always smiling
In Russian roulette, there’s no winning number
For everything lost, there’s something else gained
You want to have the world in your pocket and everything it contains
My hands are dirty with blood
And I can’t stay away
From the problems of my life
The habits of people
I don’t know what I’ll do when I grow up
I’ll know from a fortune teller
You’ll see me on a postcard
Because my story continues
I’ve hated all my life even when I loved, because I didn’t understand anything and this jungle gives you the worst it can
I walk in Genoa, I used to bring smoke to school
In my backpack, a change, a thousand, an iPhone
On the route to the top, the cold air rises
Bite me on the neck, hold me as I fall
My jacket all dirty, even tonight, a crooked moon
Cold snow in my mouth, it’s all that remains
I enter my Eden, but I don’t stay there forever
I brake at a hundred miles per hour, but the seatbelt doesn’t hold me
My shadow doesn’t peel off the sidewalk
Jolly Roger on the sails because I’m Genoese
My hands are dirty with blood
And I can’t stay away
From the problems of my life
The habits of people
I don’t know what I’ll do when I grow up
I’ll know from a fortune teller
You’ll see me on a postcard
Because my story continues
It continues, it continues
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no
I’m always in apathy, I don’t have new friends, I have new stories
And a poem isn’t enough to explain the worst of things
Treat these ten thousand as if they were a million
I want to throw myself away, you can call it “self-destruction,” action
I swear I had another intention
I read random phrases about the government, I lose the keys to the hotel suite
I lose count of the plans as I ascend
We won’t see each other even if I go back
New ghosts exploded in sixteen steps
They have ways to reincarnate and favors to reciprocate, please
How many lives I’ve lived, but now I’m in paradise, yeah-eh
I lived my end, but now I’m in paradise, no, no, no, no
I throw my stone, I’m saved, but who decided it?
Forgive me, God, God