Russell Crowe [English translation]

Oh ye ye

machete flow, le bon, Cyberpunkers

God talks to me while I sleep, he says you split masses

win crowds over like Russel Crowe

have a shit's shower from the loudspeaker

tell me, have you ever heard about machete flow?

I get on the stage with shur's submachine gun

casted like shakur

rumor has it that I died while in tour

destructive fame like Sex Pistols

the most beautiful fraud after Christ's one

talk to my good ear, remind me who I am

among this piouses lined up for forgiveness

Nowadays not having faith is a gift

the church is like a cult, the butler is always the killer

you know me well,you basically know what I am

I swear I get on the car and I never know where I play

leave me alone for 15 fucking minutes

In anonymity opposite to Andy Warhol

Have you noticed like everything has changed, more or less?

If you're a talented singer don't go to Sanremo

thanks to someone exposed to scandals

At 30 years old we will find ourselves full of psychiatric drug

God talks to me while I sleep, he says you split masses

win crowds over like Russel Crowe

have a shit's shower from the loudspeaker

tell me have you ever heard about machete flow?

If only a song would be enough

to tell you how much worthless is going to a talent show

It would be possible to give it a name

MA-CHE-TE FLOW

Write it on twitter, here to have a

comfortable place people tear their skin off like Jeepers Creepers

Salmo Get Hyper, don't take your father, your mother

and your babysitter to my concert

When your daughter sings she's like an airhead

She dyed her hair fluorescent

She assembled a duo with her neighbour

She dreams to be a pop star

Put this bitch on the road to talent shows

We are looking for attentions

The ones who find them ends up dealing

with love and psyche like Canova

If fame swallows you ensure that your name

always rembers the present, even after you die

The current situations is that

we are cold behind screens

with less contanct than in fencing, and if

you fall asleep between the hands of the crowd

they give you success away and

whent it happens it collapse

God talks to me while I sleep, he says you split masses

win crowds over like Russel Crowe

have a shit's shower from the loudspeaker

tell me have you ever heard about machete flow?

If only a song would be enough

to tell you how much worthless is going to a talent show

It would be possible to give it a name

MA-CHE-TE FLOW