Klipp Tal-Vidjo
Lirika
I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life
– Qed inħossni mhux maħdum, qed inħossni nej, qiegħed fl-aqwa ta’ħajti
Let’s make some music, make some money, find some models for wives
– Ejja nagħmlu ftit mużika, nagħmlu ftit flus, insibu xi mudelli għan-nisa
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
– Jien nimxi Lejn Pariġi, nispara ftit eroina u naqbad mal-istilel
You man, the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
– Int raġel, il-gżira u l-kokaina u l-karozzi eleganti
This is our decision, to live fast and die young
– Din hija d-deċiżjoni tagħna, li ngħixu malajr u mmutu żgħar
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun
– Għandna l-viżjoni, issa ejja nieħdu pjaċir
Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?
– Iva, huwa kbir, imma x’iktar nistgħu nagħmlu?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
– Ikseb impjiegi fl-uffiċċji u tqum għall-vjaġġ ta’filgħodu?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
– Tinsa dwar ommijietna u ħbiebna
We’re fated to pretend
– Aħna destinati li nippretendu
To pretend
– Biex nippretendu
We’re fated to pretend
– Aħna destinati li nippretendu
To pretend
– Biex nippretendu
I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and diggin’ up worms
– Se nitlef il-bitħa u l-annimali u nħaffer id-dud
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
– Se nitlef il kumdità taommi u l piż tad dinja
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
– Se nitlef lil oħti, nitlef lil missieri, nitlef il-kelb tiegħi u d-dar tiegħi
Yeah, I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
– Iva, nitlef id-dwejjaq u l-libertà u l-ħin imqatta’waħdu
But there’s really nothing, nothing we can do
– Imma verament m’hemm xejn, xejn li nistgħu nagħmlu
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew
– L-imħabba trid tintesa, il-ħajja tista’dejjem tibda mill-ġdid
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce
– Il-mudelli se jkollhom it-tfal, aħna niddivorzjaw
We’ll find some more models, everything must run its course
– Insibu xi mudelli oħra, kollox irid imexxi l-kors tiegħu
We’ll choke on our vomit, and that will be the end
– Aħna nifgaw bir-rimettar tagħna, u dak se jkun it-tmiem
We were fated to pretend
– Konna destinati li nippretendu
To pretend
– Biex nippretendu
We’re fated to pretend
– Aħna destinati li nippretendu
To pretend
– Biex nippretendu
I said, yeah-yeah, yeah
– Għidt, iva-iva, iva
Yeah-yeah, yeah
– Iva-iva, iva
Yeah-yeah, yeah
– Iva-iva, iva
Yeah-yeah, yeah
– Iva-iva, iva
