Besedila: Bastard Sons Of Dioniso. In Stasi Perpetua. Nothing To Talk About.

It seems to me that this time there is nothing to talk about
it must have been that ice-cream. I won't sleep for the nights to follow
why don't we bind them on those big wood roots before hearing their shouts?
It seems to me that this time there is nothing to talk about.

I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, i don't care 'cause i'm sure i won't fall

Everything would be better for you if you follow the golden rule
"do it to the others or the other will do it to you"
you didn't give me the celery, you ripped it, you chopped it, here you are!!!!
Everything would be better for you if you follow the golden rule

I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, i don't care 'cause i'm sure i won't fall

I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, by myself, by myself, on my own
I'll do it by myself, i don't care 'cause i'm sure i won't fall...


(Grazie a nadia cilia per questo testo)