Wos ARRANCARMELO Lyrics English Translation

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And I don't plan on sinking here, lying down

And I don't plan on dying, bleeding out

And no-oh-oh, don't ask me not to try again

For things to go back to their place

And I don't plan on sinking here, lying down

And I don't plan on dying, bleeding out

And no-oh-oh, don't ask me not to try again

For things to go back to their place

We're being careful

Like walking on a slippery floor

Knowing that one wrong step takes us to the bottom of the well

It must be the trembling of the foam dancing in my furious heart

Understanding everything is a bit arrogant

Wanting to explain everything is a bit out of nerves

That's why I talk nonstop when I get drunk

And I don't know if I'm joking or taking it seriously anymore

And I distrust, the fear of taking a leap and finding emptiness

I long for this feeling not to be mine

Why does it suddenly feel so cold?

It seems that knowing how to do well is quite a challenge

Love makes me angry, I'm going to rip it out

Love makes me angry, I'm going to keep it

I prefer the torturousness of the ritual

Than the decorum of always being the same

Is there a reason to feel bad

Or should I, should I be sensing the end?

The carnival is not eternal if the carnal is ethereal

We will find some other channel to connect the plexus

In the background a saxophone and we want sex

Now I remember the first time you laughed

And the desire it gave me to come up with a joke

How can they convince me that magic doesn't exist?

And I don't plan on sinking here, lying down

And I don't plan on dying, bleeding out

And no-oh-oh, don't ask me not to try again

For things to go back to their place

And I don't plan on sinking here, lying down

And I don't plan on dying, bleeding out

And no-oh-oh, don't ask me not to try again

For things to go back to their place

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