Western wheels, nigeran nymphs
hidden in this darkness.
Don’t turn back,
Who knows who is chasing you.
Don’t look at those hands
Selling happiness.
Though you know the face,
You should beware.
When you’re in the dark streets,
When you’re in the dark streets,
Don’t look back in the dark streets,
Go with care.
A knife in your eyes,
The careless council won’t clean the blood.
Danny Lopes was slashed
And some search for money in his heart.
You’ll live if you shut up,
Or die in silence,
But with another vocation,
You’ll end up one day in the garbage.
When you’re in the dark streets,
When you’re in the dark streets,
Don’t look back in the dark streets,
Go with care.
And if something hurts your pride,
Pick up your lady,
Wash her blood and cry alone,
Tomorrow, you will miss her.
When you’re in the dark streets,
When you’re in the dark streets,
Don’t look back in the dark streets,
Go with care.
I get ready to go out,
The night’s waiting for me
I shouldn’t forget my fragrance,
My eau, eau de cologne,
In my hands,
On my face.
Eau, eau de cologne,
To smell good,
For her.
First, I’ll hit the pub,
I’ll play patience with my porno cards,
La, la la la la la la la.
Eau, eau de cologne,
To smell good,
For her.
I’m twenty-seven, I feel young,
I love night life,
La la la
La, la la la la la.
My eau, eau de cologne,
In my hands,
On my face.
Eau, eau de cologne,
To smell well,
For her.
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Wonderful grease, your hair shines
And stars and the moon grow dim compared with you two,
You, both strut in your confident way,
Go to meet your king of damage.
Let’s dance all night with chicks
This will be the night of trips,
Trips into jeans and shirts,
Diving into her, into her II or her III,
There’s a lot of pretty little girls,
Waiting for,
Rabbit & Monkey.
They never cry, they never need,
But in their minds the words say:
I want to go there; I want to go there.
Sunglasses are flowers past midnight,
At three or four we’ll count the knicks.
(Oh, what a nice music- they say-
we’ll drive after listening to it. Gimme five, o.k. it doesn’t matter,
taste these lips, these legs are better, take these lips, these legs are better).
Anything is better than a book,
And tonight, sex is in front of us.
Shining like a jewel,
Hangover glides over their heads,
But there’s time, time still
Many Fridays when they’ll say:
I want to go there, I want to go there,
I want to go there, I want to go there, …
There, in the corner,
Her purse and her shoes,
Lost in the dirt,
Like every night,
This one drags on,
“Do you remember Pearl?”
-The whores talk-.
Oops, walking by the street
He walks, head down,
When he smells her perfume
In this lost souls night,
And a moonbeam washes her eyes.
She isn’t beautiful but she’s true,
And a white stain on the dress
makes her seem blue,
and she turns to the fair wheel,
watching a couple of lovers.
And her name was an unknown jewel,
Ines, comforting as bright light,
With the beauty of the innocence
And the bravery of the mystic knight.
Now I’ve known her,
Now the stars are thousands
And I’m their center,
Now that I’m in her eyes,
She’ll be a queen,
I’ll be her warrior,
Though one day I’ll die,
from the heavens I’ll watch over her.
And I will always bless
The day I met Ines.
Don’t trust sailors
and people laughing at your back,
Just let them do.
They don’t know,
They don’t know that how sweet you are,
They only think about your strange face
And your vague aspect.
Oops, she believes in you,
Those thugs won’t love you,
Oh, Oops, forget their smile,
Walk right, walk right, living.
Now you are in love
And though she’s a whore
She loves you too,
And not a bit.
Oops, give her a better life,
For her, you’re going to fight
Oh, Oops, heaven’s here
Between her lips,
Until tomorrow.
(Instrumental)
In the garbage can, the sleepy Johnny Tipps,
Fights a girl who’s working with her lips,
And the dustman is hungry tonight
So, he’ll try not to remember his wife,
Outlaw highway men look at them and hide,
They think of money, nothing else in their eyes,
They were in prison last month for twice.
A hobo is stealing a couple of shoes
To a corpse that has nothing more to lose.
The blind alley is a strange way of life,
Alcohol’s a friend and drug is a wife.
In their dreams they don’t dream they fly,
This life they know is the only life,
A bad boss hits them and laughs.
And I look from my window, inside,
I know it’s just one more night in their lives,
God bless them, but now I’m going to dine,
Now I’m going to dine.
The power of glory is reserved for the few
born with stars shining around their heads,
It isn’t made for me, poor loser of the streets,
I’ve slumped, I’ve been tricked,
I know the colors that exist, I know the pain that exists.
Risk your life at the corner, trying to sell old watches,
Exhibit your decrepit fantasy along the bars,
But never wait for glory, it’s reserved for the chosen,
Not for sad whores, not for delinquents, not for hobos, not for me.
Flowers, bullets, it all is here,
Deep among the dirt,
You can find a friend,
You can find him dead,
Or a bottle to go on and on,
There’s always something to put the coins in.
I can dance, I can sing,
My name is Charly Wily,
And it’s not your business
What I spend my money on,
Gin or whisky, since you gave me the coin
And now you are in heaven’s doors.
I know you feel sad when you think about me,
But don’t worry:
With two coins I get what I need now,
I’m used to this life, used to sleep in the street,
So don’t worry.
You think you can’t sleep thinking of me,
But don’t worry, surely in five minutes you’ll have forgotten me.
I’m Charly Wily, thank you.
You can flee from me anytime
You can hide from my care
But if one day you feel
It doesn’t matter to me
This will be the day I die.
My only thought is your well-being,
I’d fight if you needed it,
And if one day I fly,
Escaping from your view
This will be the day I die.
Saturday night, 3 a.m.
Charly Wily thirsty and drunk,
There was a liquor store
But now it was closed
And the glass looked so weak.
Black luck, black luck
He got; he got.
Black luck, black luck
He got; he got.
With a big stone from the park
He crashed the shopwindow glass
And he just got a cheap bourbon
He tasted it, “It’s not so bad”.
Black luck, black luck
He got; he got.
Black luck, black luck
He got; he got.
A couple of cops were next
They saw the hole there,
And Charly running through it
And they said “Stop”
But the hobo didn’t hear their word.
Black luck, black luck
He got; he got.
Black luck, black luck
He got; he got.
When the prosecutor asked them
They said the bottle looked like a gun,
They had to shoot, they had to shoot,
They had to shoot.
Black luck, black luck
He got; he got.
Black luck, black luck
He got; he got.
Charly is resting in peace
In the potter’s field.
(Instrumental)
The power of glory is reserved for the few
born with stars shining around their heads,
It isn’t made for me, poor loser of the streets,
I’ve slumped, I’v been tricked,
I know the colors that exist, I know the pain that exists.
Risk your life at the corner, trying to sell old watches,
Exhibit your decrepit fantasy along the bars,
But never wait for glory, it’s reserved for the chosen,
Not for sad whores, not for delinquents, not for hobos, not for me.
(Instrumental)
There’s a heaven, there’s a hell
And we’re living between them.
Some say we’re only here for a time on earth
And we go on waiting for a bell.
But if it’s true,
Why is she leaving?
With all those blisters and scars on her face.
Her face.
If someone moves moon and stars
like lots of people are always saying
couldn’t he have just thrown a rock,
or start a storm, to avoid her death.
Tonight, doubts assault me
Like they had never done before,
She was my love
I’m so alone.
I’ll have to find solace by myself
Nothing will bring her here again.
And in shadows I smell her scent.
Revenge seems the only way.
Why are these people living?
I know they made her all that pain
And again
They would do it.
But their death, but their death
Wouldn’t be enough,
Her eyes belong now to my dreams,
She was the one,
The only one,
And I’ll die
Having not loved again.
Ev’rybody has a wild side,
Where you do things, you’d never do.
It was long ago, when I was young,
I used to drink too much,
It was long ago.
I went out each night, I never slept,
I liked to cause pain with my feet,
Pain with my feet to vagabonds,
But it was long ago, now I’m much freer.
My wife doesn’t know a word about my past
I thought it was better to forget.
But tonight, the wind has brought me
My kicks reverie, my wild side.
It’s coming back, it’s coming back,
It’s coming back, it’s coming back,
It hasn’t died, it hasn’t died,
It hasn’t died,
My wild side sleeps in me,
And any night I’ll go out
To hit and kick,
Hit and kick, hit and kick,
Hit and beat, hit and beat,
My wild side…
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La voce della luna sembra mandarmi una parodia,
Questo vicolo cieco, strada del nostro amore.
Spiriti incomparabili, stagnanti di ricordi,
Statua risolutrice di lacrime sante per te.
La vita non è questo; nessuno mi ha mostrato il quadro,
E io mi sento tanto solo, perché tutto cade ai miei piedi.
Non voglio vivere, senza Ines tutto è così triste,
Porto, portami lontano, perché qui posso solo piangere.
(Instrumental)