Translation
Cough cough, let’s start!
The 29 years old boy I met yesterday
was full of holes in the face and tattoos on the arms.
He was enveloped in a strange smell
was spitting to the people walking the streets.
The radiant girl I met yesterday,
her face was weary and she was full of scars on her arms,
always not being able to control herself and laughing
and crying when it is my bad.
I sing, Pain Pain go away
I sing, Pain Pain go away, but…
Where does it hurt? What does hurt?
There’s nothing anymore there.
I sing, Pain Pain go away
I sing, Pain Pain go away, but…
Where does it hurt? What does hurt?
There’s nothing anymore there.
Typical of the suffering people
You never learn!
The 30 years old boy I met last year,
after his mother died he took off his piercing,
he hid his unfading spirit of painter inside a suit
and started walking towards the tomorrow.
The radiant girl I met last year,
her face was weary and she was full of scars on her arms,
always not being able to control herself and laughing
or crying when it is my bad.
You who cannot change, don’t, don’t convince yourself to change.
You who cannot be saved, don’t, don’t wish to be saved.
The “You dancing without opening the umbrella” is beautiful.
You who just keep crying, don’t, that is not beautiful.
I sing, Pain Pain go away
I sing, Pain Pain go away, but…
Where does it hurt? What does hurt?
There’s nothing anymore there.
I sing, Pain Pain go away
I sing, Pain Pain go away, but…
Where does it hurt? What does hurt?
There’s nothing anymore there.
Typical of the suffering people
You never learn!
Phantom Pain!
Notes and Other
Words in Italic are in English in the original lyrics.
Phantom pain is the pain that people who lost a limb or a part of their body feel in the region of the lost limb even if they don’t have anymore that part.
The meaning here is that when we suffer because of a society that judges us for our choices (piercings, smoking, tattoos, art or anything else) we end up suffering for something that is no more part of us: just as if it was a limb we decided to cut off our own.
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