DEEP_WEB

El volumen
Lo sonho
ton enfants, c'est deep
O Cancro, a vala, inflama
no flames

I was born to sink down in this net
while they think of a new way to drag
my soul as deeply as the ocean, because that
is a forbidden country without flags
deep-web
deep-web
drag me down
drag me down
end of the line does not exist
you need to miss the appointment you've missed
the mud stains your sick brain, dripping into drains
without pain
deep-web
deep-web
drag me down
cut me down

El volumen of shots
Lo sonho of drugs
ton enfants, c'est deep
O Cancro, a vala, inflama
no flames or fame

the drama, murder your children

fuck your pet, your fridge, your grandma

pay for guns, play with hackers
like the pain, rat-brain, no shame, no art

deep-web
deep-web
drag me down
black death

darkness is outside now like the porn and the moon
an afro prostitute eats horse shit for sex appeal
as a blue-eyed guy cuts his hairy cock with knife
and a blue metal bar fucks a puppy dog for boys watch
deep-web
deep-web
catch that
baby is sexy
...
The first part of the lyrics can be translated as 'the volum, the dream, your children, it's deep, the desease, the ditch ignites'

AMOUR!

[dialogue]
_ Bonjour, monsieur Paradi?
_ Ah, here... ah... je ne suis pas...
_ Monsieur? Pardon...
_ Tu parler anglais?
_Non, je parler...
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler...

love is the only pure language
that I can speak well tonight
out of it, I can't express my heart
(express my heart)

I'd walk to the sea to see
what the people are just looking for
with love, we can rattle the beat
(rattle the beat)

_ Tu parler français, monsieur?
_ Non, je parler...
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler...
AMOUR! AMOUR!

There's no limit to this feel
humankind takes us beyond
chiefly when we try to be real
(to be real anew)

acceptance, braveness, glorious sparkle
and a strong wish in your eye
don't bother if someone asks you:
(Tu parler anglais?)

Non, je parler...
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler, je parler
je parler...
AMOUR! AMOUR!
je parler AMOUR!
AMOUR! AMOUR!

Forgetting you

I always saw you around me
in the summer sad nights
today I don't care about
your missed calls

we had a future so perfect
but now this illusion is gone
maybe we truly found the
final point of a terrible goal

My life is complete
'cause I don't keep on my addiction
anymore, I wish you were here
I won't lie for me like a strong whore

Forget your chimes and put your mind off
my only sin is believing madly love
there's no difference between me and the dust
under my toes
with you, I'd appreciate everything burn like charcoal

Let's make a war, you'll be my trench again
'cause you know the destiny is only in your hands
"je suis desolé, mais tu est ma pluie
je veux mon amour avec votre danse dans ma rue"
he said to me...

#The part written in french can be translated as "I'm so sorry, but you're my rain
I want my baby with her dance in my street".

BLUE (just a cue)

Blue, blue
don't ask me to stay, no
it'd be hard to me 'cause
everything is shining, shining

horror
feeling your heart beat, roughly
life's too intense so
bring me to something real

I could write a beautiful, long story
but if you want me to, I just can say I'm sorry
my words will never belong to your dirty mouth
you see, I'd hardly ever get your soul as it bleeds

do you only know to blow?
d'you get something else to show?
our love looks to work out of flow

 Blue, blue
can you find me laid in your bed, don't you?
look straight at my eyes, it makes me almost dead
you know, your moves get me happily and your touch, freakly
but I need an answer to go on, go on

TECHNOphile

Technophile
he said to me that he was
Technophile
he said to me that he was
was in love...

the world is gonna be spinning 'round, around and around
Satellites will still send me info about you tonight
those screens glowing while everything falls to the ground
Please follow my steps all night and let your heart howl loudly

Technophile
he said to me that he was
Technophile
he said to me that he was
was in love
Pretty handsome
you'll never want to freak out
Cocaine or dope
struggle not to let my feeling down

the world will be dark blue yet, just an Apple core
the faces of my civilization are scary like never before
I hear the squeals, the sound of the Big-Bang
give me energy, connect our wires and set my lens

Technophile
he said to me that he was
Technophile
he said to me that he was
was in love
Pretty handsome
you'll never want to freak out
Cocaine or dope
struggle not to let my feeling down

Maybe they take our passion out
flying saucers recording movements now
looking for monsters in a crowd of them
'Cause of it Ziggy broke up his band...

Technophile
he said to me that he was
Technophile
he said to me that he was
was in love
Pretty handsome
you'll never want to freak out
Cocaine or dope
struggle not to let my feeling down...