Tedua - Volgare Lyrics (Feat. Lazza) (English Translation)


Volgare

(La Divina Commedia - Secondo Album)


Tedua

(Feat. Lazza)


Tedua La Divina Commedia

TEDUA VOLGARE DETAILS

Tedua Volgare English Lyrics. Volgare Song Sung By Italian Artist Tedua On Studio La Divina Commedia Secondo Album. Tedua Volgare Is Italian Pop Song Labelled By Epic Records & Sony Music Italy. Tedua Volgare English Lyrics Released On June 02, 2022.


TEDUA VOLGARE INFO

Song : Volgare
Artist : Tedua
Album : La Divina Commedia (2023)
Genre : Pop
Label : Epic Records & Sony Music Italy
Language : English
Release Date : 2023.06.02


TEDUA VOLGARE LYRICS

Tell me where you will be at the end of the world
I'll be doing muay thai but let's not take a hit
And don't tell me anymore
You know I'm vulgar
If you hit me
I'll tell you that we might as well get hurt

Go downstairs, pack your bags
Take the things that, bro, it's late
Flight to Hong Kong, then to Bali
But I risked house arrest
I had one sleeve left
Attacked at the last chance
Knock karma, it's a weapon
Load, aim and it will shoot, uoh-oh
There is storm in the songs
The sea in the head is now out
I grew up fast
Without parents

Tell me where you will be at the end of the world
I'll be doing muay thai but let's not take a hit
And don't tell me anymore
You know I'm vulgar
If you hit me
I'll tell you that we might as well get hurt

Only anger remains
Let's break our voice, our legs, our arms
What a golden prison
It is still a cage
And you give me an hour of hate
And not an hour of air

I just need an hour
I scratch my throat
Every word I don't say and I hold back
My breath, I'm immersed
I paint this abyss
Because it's gray like the sky
I take a puff and stand up
It's a sigh of relief

I just need an hour
Now I don't know where I am
Like someone waking up from a coma

I just need an hour
If you look at me in those moments
It's a crush and it's still hot

Tell me where you will be at the end of the world
I'll be doing muay thai but let's not take a hit
And don't tell me anymore
You know I'm vulgar
If you hit me
I'll tell you that we might as well get hurt

Only anger remains
Let's break our voice, our legs, our arms
What a golden prison
It is still a cage
And you give me an hour of hate
And not an hour of air




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