Donatella Rettore - Figurine
Testo di Donatella Rettore
Musiche di Claudio Rego
carillon di sofficine
con il burro nelle vene
in un mondo pieno di iene
quante belle statuine
siamo tutti figurine
tanto sonno sete e fame
tante belle figurine
polverine colorate
se soffiate... spolverate
non c'? piu vino piu pane non c'?
non c'?
da odorare da spezzare non c'?
da mangiare da leccare non c'?
aaaaahhh
non c'? piu rigore, piu vigore non c'?
e nemmeno piu un dottore per me
non c'?, non c'?
siamo alla fine, alla fine di che?
quante buone patatine
che svolazzano carine Donatella Rettore - Figurine - http://motolyrics.com/donatella-rettore/figurine-lyrics-english-translation.html
tu ne senti gi? l'odore
e ti viene un p? di fame
discoteche sconsolate
le cerniere arrugginite
tante vite niente storie
manichini di memorie
se soffiate... spolverate
non c'? piu vino piu pane non c'?
non c'?
da odorare da spezzare non c'?
da mangiare da leccare non c'?
aaaaahhh
non c'? piu rigore, piu vigore non c'?
chi raccoglie figurine non c'?
non c'?, non c'?
siamo alla fine, alla fine di che?
Donatella Rettore - Statues (English translation)
Merry-go-rounds for us to mount
With butter on the veins
In a world full of hienas
How many beautiful dolls
We are beautiful statues
Much sleep, thirst and hunger
How many beautiful picture cards
Colored dust
If blown up... Dust the things.
There isn't no more wine no more bread there isn't
(There is not)
The smelling and the breaking there is not
The eating and the licking there's not
There aren't no more rigors, no more strength there are not
Nothing but a doctor for me
There is not, there is not
We're on the end, but on the end of what?
How many nice potatoes
That excite the affections
You can't feel the aroma
And then you get a bit of hungerDonatella Rettore - Figurine - http://motolyrics.com/donatella-rettore/figurine-lyrics-english-translation.html
Disconsolate nightclubs
The doorknobs are rust
Many lives, no stories
Manequin made from memories
If blown up... Dust the things
There isn't no more wine no more bread there isn't
(There is not)
The smelling and the breaking there is not
The eating and the licking there's not
There aren't no more rigors, no more strength there are not
Who ever picks up these statues, there is not
There is not, there is not
We're on the end, but on the end of what?
There isn't no more wine no more bread there isn't
(There is not)
The smelling and the breaking there is not
The eating and the licking there's not
There aren't no more rigors, no more strength there are not
Who ever picks up these statues, there is not
There is not, there is not
We're on the end, but on the end of what?