Preso Male [English translation]

The alarm clock is ringing, I raise my head

I look outside the window for habit

I swear I don't care about what aspect of me bothers you

I think this isn't the reality where I'd like to wake up some days

I barf around the city

Sleeping draughts on the bedside table

A shadow runs and goes away with the booty

I have a nightmare and I keep on having it

Awake, even if I smoke two joints I don't feel better

In the chest I have got the Grand Canyon hole

With the low pressure, like I were on a plane

If world isn't enough for us, how are we going?

She says that I shouldn't be overwhelmed

That I should space, a passional junkie

Anxiety, palpitations, I'm the national champion

A person in my head, bro, if you knew what I do with her

Come to face it

'Cause I have got thoughts which shake bridges

Bro, I have got a lot of dead adversaries on my back

And these are thinking about me without memories

Some scoundrels have stolen all from me

And there's who hates me because I've got money now

Before running, let me dump the cadavers

'Cause here then I'll light it all, like lightouses in harbours

Crows in the stomach made nest

I wasn't shot by the pride arrow

I wander numb, until I suck

I come in the dream, even if the destiny forbade it to me

No, I never go outside if there isn't something to do

I've never said: "What are you doing, let's make a party"

No, I never think at go 2 or 3 months to the seaside

I don't read newspapers, I don't mess in the club

I'm feeling bad, bro, I'm feeling bad

I'm feeling bad, bro, I'm feeling bad

What can I do, bro, I'm feeling bad

Smoke by myself, I'm feeling bad

I'm feeling bad

Alarm clock is ringing, 4:30 am, it's still early

Yesterday the party, today I get a terrible headache

The mobile vibrates, I don't look at it

I'm only thinking: "No, not now"

Probably it's she to stress me, even if I don't think at her

She have been missing me for a lot of time

I'm tired, I'm addicted, I'm depressed

You say that it's only a period, bro, it happens

That I'll get used of it, I only have to practice

But anxiety comes back, certain

I drown in the cabinet, exasperated

I'm feeling the heart empty, I have got the meter reset

When I'm quell

I speak with my reflection like I were someone else

With the doubtful look like "Maybe I leave. Bro, yeah maybe I leave"...

But I neither do where I'm going

With you I'm less and less connected

Be famous didn't compensate it

I'm still solitary, I'm still full of complexes

I'll regret until tomb the tears I didn't shed

Like all the word I didn't misurate

All the grams bought

And the lookouts during years

And the collateral effects

The joints as big as churches and cathedrals

The interlocked tragedies

Every smile hang by a cut thread

You'll always feel bad, without a specific reason

The heart who says: ---

The anxiety like I'm watching a CAT

Like I'm runaway from drug

All of this, I'm sorry but tonight I won't hang out

No, I never go outside if there isn't something to do

I've never said: "What are you doing, let's make a party"

No, I never think at go 2 or 3 months to the seaside

I don't read newspapers, I don't mess in the club

I'm feeling bad, bro, I'm feeling bad

I'm feeling bad, bro, I'm feeling bad

What can I do, bro, I'm feeling bad

Smoke by myself, I'm feeling bad

I'm feeling bad