L'erba cattiva [English translation]

In the last year, i have seen too many of them, heard them too i have more nightmares from awake that night when I removed the dreams from the drawer and i placed a weapon so if they enter the demons in the room the shot in the face shield, there's never been in the desert that i have within the heart and a defective appliance and i turned off no one is indispensable at the moment.

In my life I have no friends i have shapes of filling every sentiment, you feel inside i would like to be sincere but if minds chin many li i left behind without repentance because to stay with the lenses then becomes slow in half an hour, people inspects changes their mind on me but I hated myself and there i appreciate now.

Yet no, i don't trust and i will never again rely on this people asking when sound is not asking me how i am.

Wondering when you die

I were you I wouldn't bother the grass bad never dies in the garden of thoughts my not or more roots that keep me because sowed only evil while the good.

I trample everything I ended up but are immortal

The grass bad never dies how true the bad guys in top, the good to the cemetery i still alive and I do not know, if they are good or bad but i'm at the top, and I think better the humility or life? Who is driving the fate sooner or later crashed there and who does the murderer and then kill it if a stronza the plant.

From stop once for all, those who believe in karma? Faith does not save us for that reason, I must confess with the bartender every time i drink, the view becomes tarnished but i see the dramas that i harbor below reflections in the glass do not ask, no car, don Pietro woman blasphemed, I pray not slave i will not ever, the only moment in which i bend and for like the nike and i realized now, that the good sense, and as a dream is alive until you sleep when you open your eyes you will forget, understood the meaning?

Wondering when you die

I were you I wouldn't bother the grass bad never dies in the garden of thoughts my not or more roots that keep me because sowed only evil while the good.

I trample everything I ended up but are immortal

I have broken the wings to keep me attached to the ground but when leading the flight i say thanks alone between misfortunes and successes, not many changes the glasses are more beautiful but the eyes are the same and remains for me to do, only a pen, and a melody in the head until the regret you wake up and i am less via shit meet me to take, I'm tired of playing to lose stops this carousel I want to get off.

In the world in which i am "bad grass"

In the world in which you're "bad grass"

inside mine eyes grass "bad"

Inside your eyes grass "bad"

In the world in which i am "bad grass" in the world in which you're "bad grass"

Inside the eyes my "bad grass"

Inside your eyes "grass bad"

Wondering when you die

I were you I wouldn't bother the grass bad never dies in the garden of thoughts my not or more roots that keep me because sowed only evil while the good.

I trample everything I ended up but are immortal

In the world in which i am "bad grass"

In the world in which you're "bad grass"

inside mine eyes grass "bad"

Inside your eyes grass "bad"

In the world in which i am "bad grass" in the world in which you're "bad grass"

Inside the eyes my "bad grass"

Inside your eyes "grass bad"