The Ballad of Little Star
Spanish version: I. Ballesteros)
"Penditi, suddito, penditi;
hai fatto tanto,
hai fatto puro tropo.
Adesso ristituisci sto'
mallopo,
cazzo."
("Rindete, subdito, rindete;
has hecho tanto,
incluso demasiado.
Ahora desenrolla
la madeja,
Con~o!")
Hay un defecto:
que nuestro mundo
no es muy perfecto.
Aqui las cuentas no salen:
del Debe al Haber no me cuadra.
Y nuestra historia
no es solamente
una gran sanguijuela,
requiere coraje
y un par de pelotas
si quieres vivirla.
Cha
Stick Shift
Thinking of the past I feel my life
Is slipping by at such a speed
Things I knew have gone and those I loved
I look for granted and deceived
Call me anything you will
I'll hide behind a purple pill
And though it seems I'm laughing still
I'm crying
Looking from my window I see winter
Almost too bare to believe
People change with seasons
And I wonder if it's my turn to receive
But they avoid the things I ask
Or quickly change their style of mask
The faith I had is fading fast
I'm dying
Seems to me the only way to be
Is like a business man
And have bad colours round my head
Getting drunk to find some peace of mind and consolation
But there's still the problem of what happens when I'm dead