R.I.P [English translation]

On the earth we have always been the worse

We'll go to heaven in a rain of flowers

You'll then regret these bastards

that write their lives inside songs.

Today you don't know who you yesterday were

Now you know that you're better than before

Still dressed in black

Because it's a black and white movie that can't get colored.

An Iron pushed on your throath, you're fucked up, fly

When I red about that incident I felt a pain in my heart

For this filthy stories I can't find the words

that you remember only after your death

Tomorrow you'll implore, only a fucked up day here outside

We'll stay alive only on these audio tracks

My voice from the stereo inside your car

Every car has to explode

Push (the accelerator) and hit the dashboard with your fists

It´s all you have till the first roadblock

Kids grown up on the benches like us,

with mopeds and rubber shoes

When we were children we dreamt about this shit,

put your hands under her skirt

put my hands on this mixture

after passing it three times,

you think it's shit till you taste it.

I drive against the traffic for the whole avenue on these wheel spokes

There's not even a dead dog around here.

At my funeral, bro, with Moncler jackets

these guys are as crazy as me

we're going to heaven in a coupé

The sky remains the limit for people like me

Like me, like me

Like me, like me, like me

Like me, like me, like me

Like me, like me

We'll go to paradise, hell is here outside

Cavalli buckles on my trousers

Dust took the best ones away

God remember us, remember these names

Pray for these crazy guys, like me

We, re going to heaven on a Coupé

The sky remains the limit for people like me

Like me, like me

In this neighborhood there´s not a dog anymore

Stop hunting when you don't feel hunger

this chapter is still not finished

The facade is empty like my fridge

You don't know anything about it, my friend

How much does this shit cost? You know it? Nothing

It costs people's blood, for the people

From the streets, in the streets

puts a brother against his brother (how it's possible?)

This place makes people greedy and dead inside

Dead flowers on a tombstone, struggling souls

Inside the traffic with my mobile phone

as if there's nothing better to do.

A sea is inside me, boy

write the names of my friends on the benches

God remember these rhymes

I won't forget where I came from, no way

without luggage, alone at the airport.

At my funeral, bro, with Moncler jackets

these guys are as crazy as me

we're going to heaven in a coupé

The sky remains the limit for people like me

Like me, like me

Like me, like me, like me

Like me, like me, like me

Like me, like me

We'll go to paradise, hell is here outside

Cavalli buckles on my trousers

Dust took the best ones away

God remember us, remember these names

Pray for these crazy guys, like me

We, re going to heaven on a coupé

The sky remains the limit for people like me

Like me, like me