Feeling a bit Roman
But in times of decadence
Scratching your memory with two hands
Not talk but to your silence
And
Not wanting to be loved anymore
Being desperate
But with grace
Feeling the mountain is more slippery
Then at the time when your body was thin
Reading in the eyes of the charming
that the province is fifty years old (?)
And
Burning your dying youth
But hate the ones who throw it away
Being inconsolable
But with grace
Going out to pass through bars
Where you're always the oldest one
Spending tips there
To a few silent bartenders
And
Nibbling on everyday snacks
With old women in your power
Being inconsolable
But with grace
Knowing that you've always been afraid
to know how much you are scared
to be able to be happy
knowing you cannot forgive anymore
And
Not having anything big to dream about no more
But listening to your dancing heart
Being inconsolable
But with outlook
I'll translate:
Feeling a bit Roman But in times of decadence Scratching your memory with two hands Not talk but to your silence And Not wanting to be loved anymore Being desperate But with grace
Feeling the mountain is more slippery Then at the time when your body was thin Reading in the eyes of the charming that the province is fifty years old (?) And Burning your dying youth But hate the ones who throw it away Being inconsolable But with grace
Going out to pass through bars Where you're always the oldest one Spending tips there To a few silent bartenders And Nibbling on everyday snacks With old women in your power Being inconsolable But with grace
Knowing that you've always been afraid to know how much you are scared to be able to be happy knowing you cannot forgive anymore And Not having anything big to dream about no more But listening to your dancing heart Being inconsolable But with outlook