Gioventù Bruciata

What do they know about violence?
Stuck within the confines of marriage
Where those who love pay for it, and those who don’t have second thoughts

What do they know about the Sphinx?
I was eight when we saw it together — you laughed and laughed and they told me
That sometimes laughing is just like pretending

You put on your Arabic songs in the car and
You sang off-key and and told me old wise tales
You’d run into the desert with your Invicta pack
There's no use running if aside from money, you have no more breath nor happiness left

There's something I don't understand
How to dive in the Red Sea
I’ve forgotten. And so soon
But I recall well when you told me: I'm staying
Lost in a messed up life
If you’re thinking about me, I’ve made it complicated
You would always make that same phone call again
Damn this torched youth of yours

What do they know about farewells?
If goodbyes were in fashion
Maybe you'd be a hit

In the car I'd play Nintendo and Pokémon and
You’d complain if I didn't feel like talking anymore
You’d open the window to throw out the ashes
Hiding it with a smile is useless
It’s shit you already know

There's something I don't understand
How to dive in the Red Sea
I’ve forgotten. And so soon
But I recall well when you told me: I'm staying
Lost in a messed up life
If you’re thinking about me, I’ve made it complicated
You’d always make that same phone call again
Damn this torched youth of yours

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