ma non per noi

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foreigner - st-

00. strangers in every land
01. radowitzky
02. strega
03. Il rumore del sangue
04.tera y flama
05. ma non per noi

recorded during la piccola apocalisse november 2019
mastered at sfrstudio by adam van maledict

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strangers in every land

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lyrics

ma non per noi

ara se ciücia ite le sanch, la nëi
y nia atramënter co gotes, les fëies
sangonëia i lëgns

e buttiamo la vita dal balcone
come tanta altra spazzatura
schiacciata ai bordi della strada

sembra che resti qualcosa
ma tutto è niente
dietro l’apparenza
un peso
ancora caldo
è un pianto
nero
e del resto
più non ci curiamo

despiá de süa cern
gracia jö i corps, sot n pëis ch’ai n’é nia tres bogn da tigní fora
y al é fer
la saú ch’i sënti

eng:
but not for us

Drenched with the falling blood, snow
And like drops, unavoidably, leafs
Bleeding trees

and we throw life away, down the balcony
just as so much other garbage
crushed at the sides of the road

it seems like something is still there
but everything is nothing
behind the semblance
a weight
still warm
it’s a tear
of black grieve
and we don’t mind
about the rest, anymore

Their flesh stripped from them
Bodies snap, cracked by an oft unbearable weight
Iron!
That’s what I taste