More songs by Låpsley
Description
Composer: Giordano Trivellato
Composer: Sacchetto Giuliano
Music Publisher: Tobacco Music Edition (Gema)
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fell into a song at twelve years old.
Never learned to let go, no one taught me so.
And I've collected every card I've had.
As if each memory runs away, but I'm too slow to catch.
Now I'm living off the land. My melodies I cross the hand, and I sell it to the band.
Sell it to the band. And I'm playing every role.
Juggling the mess like it's a one-woman show. A show that I know.
And I hear the sirens.
Haunting me, the crowd goes quiet.
It's on my horizon.
Haunting me, the sound of silence.
Every time they left, I planted seeds.
Rising out the darkness 'cause the silence frightened me.
And everybody thought I shall retreat. But I won't wave my white flag at an algorithm.
Please don't make me lie about my age.
Pay the keeper, set the gate, make me lose a little weight. Lose a little weight.
Felt my quiet fade, while I'm losing all my faith, as they pull me off the stage.
And I hear the sirens.
Haunting me, the crowd goes quiet.
It's on my horizon.
I can hear the sound of silence.
And
I hear the sirens.
Haunting me, the crowd goes quiet.
It's on my horizon.
I can hear the sound of silence.
English translation
Fell into a song at twelve years old.
Never learned to let go, no one taught me so.
And I've collected every card I've had.
As if each memory runs away, but I'm too slow to catch.
Now I'm living off the land. My melodies I cross the hand, and I sell it to the band.
Sell it to the band. And I'm playing every role.
Juggling the mess like it's a one-woman show. A show that I know.
And I hear the sirens.
Haunting me, the crowd goes quiet.
It's on my horizon.
Haunting me, the sound of silence.
Every time they left, I planted seeds.
Rising out the darkness 'cause the silence frightened me.
And everybody thought I shall retreat. But I won't wave my white flag at an algorithm.
Please don't make me lie about my age.
Pay the keeper, set the gate, make me lose a little weight. Lose a little weight.
Felt my quiet fade, while I'm losing all my faith, as they pull me off the stage.
And I hear the sirens.
Haunting me, the crowd goes quiet.
It's on my horizon.
I can hear the sound of silence.
And
I hear the sirens.
Haunting me, the crowd goes quiet.
It's on my horizon.
I can hear the sound of silence.