ON AIR: Blue Smoke, Mina
I want to be great. I want desperately to grow up.
a deep breath. And that's it. Just think, no, you do not want me, I want you, you more, I do less, you do not, I always you that voice, I those tears, you're doing that, I m'affogo in the city but so much the rest are pathetic, pathetic. It does not work that way. Not everything revolves around the insecurities that I have built a mo 'of crutches for my insecurity. We bow at the altar of Euripides nothing. Not after a clear choice. Why you have chosen, my beauty, your choice. So stop [stop] not to seek confirmation of the perhaps not: the horizon I was profiled clear, under the eyes. You said yes, baby [you said yes, you cried and you have repeated yes]. Just pretend that there is still the possibility of a choice. It is esistinta. Gone, dissolved. Or perhaps never existed, except in your little ego [stupid ego] in fossilized hint of farewell. A deep breath. And that's it.
[I graduate? Dunno, I have not written a word. But the way I do. the Christian family in memory of the resistance (1958-1963). no, nothing to do with popes and nuns. are not Catholic, I do. But so it is useless to say it. no point in talking about the exploitation of a civil war to justify the opening to the left of surviving men do not know whether to themselves, fascism or your hypocrisy.]
And [then] if a man knows how to smoke
but yes [but you] is really a man.
I want to be great. I want desperately to grow up.
a deep breath. And that's it. Just think, no, you do not want me, I want you, you more, I do less, you do not, I always you that voice, I those tears, you're doing that, I m'affogo in the city but so much the rest are pathetic, pathetic. It does not work that way. Not everything revolves around the insecurities that I have built a mo 'of crutches for my insecurity. We bow at the altar of Euripides nothing. Not after a clear choice. Why you have chosen, my beauty, your choice. So stop [stop] not to seek confirmation of the perhaps not: the horizon I was profiled clear, under the eyes. You said yes, baby [you said yes, you cried and you have repeated yes]. Just pretend that there is still the possibility of a choice. It is esistinta. Gone, dissolved. Or perhaps never existed, except in your little ego [stupid ego] in fossilized hint of farewell. A deep breath. And that's it.
[I graduate? Dunno, I have not written a word. But the way I do. the Christian family in memory of the resistance (1958-1963). no, nothing to do with popes and nuns. are not Catholic, I do. But so it is useless to say it. no point in talking about the exploitation of a civil war to justify the opening to the left of surviving men do not know whether to themselves, fascism or your hypocrisy.]
And [then] if a man knows how to smoke
but yes [but you] is really a man.
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