I don’t wanna bother the forum with Italian content, but there’s a level of profoundness in lyrics I haven’t found anywhere else. This is AI translation of a song, it doesn’t work as good as it does in native, but it’s about desperation, feeling helpless, as the world has forgotten you, and going through vivid pain. There’s many examples out there, but I really like this one in particular, and it’s precious to me.
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Achille Lauro - Barabba II (Ai translation)
Life here is short, real short
You can’t erase mistakes with a rubber, rubber
Thirty joints and three drugs
At twenty you wreck yourself, thirty grams in three days
But I don’t blame, blame
This life is short and cruel
I’m not afraid, anyway
You die alone and you don’t know when
Around you there are many, but no one beside you
If I look around, there’s only those who can’t take it anymore
I don’t deserve the place on earth that you gave me
No one asked for it, they made us and then threw us in the middle
Like a loaded gun pointed at the chest
With a dry mouth, seeds from which nothing grows
Parents are scared of their kids in the cradle
The blind rage of these people trapped in these buildings
Gray buildings, rotten from the roots
Dreaming of peace gives you the illusion of knowing how to get it
These lives fooled by the idea of making it
Here no one’s guilty, no one feels guilt
They raised these people but taught them to feel like nothing
Now and forever, and to shout “you made it” is right
When the world gives no help
There’s no one listening to you since you were little
One day live one of my days
The strongest feeling I ever had for my father was wanting to kill him
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know (what will become of me)
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know (what will become of me)
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you want, what do you want, what do you want (what will become of me)
Praying not only for me
Praying for better days for those with me
Those who were with me never chose this life
Looking at his life, I promised I’d make it
We’re not only victims of the things you do
But we’re victims of why you do them
Why you do them—that’s what you never ask yourself
Before looking at me and asking why
Maybe you don’t know, maybe you don’t know
How you feel when you want more
When you don’t even know what you want anymore
I’ll pretend I’m fine
I’ll keep the few promises I have to keep (to have more)
I need a place where I can relax
With all the friends who remain
Where we can drink, laugh all night
With those who love me because the others are dead
Among all this there’s a place—well, show me where
My friends are slaves to their drugs
The same ones you sell to change lives
The same ones that will change you and your friends
You don’t know me or half my life, half a friend
Of the ruined boys, not even half a life
Of my brothers who don’t deserve this life
Of how many half-dead trying to change their life
Mama, don’t cry, I’m okay now
And tell those in heaven I love them
That I envy them because there’s no more pain there
That we’ll see each other again soon
That they’re far from this mess now
That there must be a better place than this
God, please save us from these days
Set aside a place and write down these names
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know (what will become of me)
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know (what will become of me)
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you want, what do you want, what do you want (what will become of me)
I saw my best friends drown tied up in the neighborhood
Changed after a woman
Changed after drugs
Changed by this money
Being poor changes you
Changing banknotes changes you
Even those who had little change, so…
View: https://youtu.be/0x6jeDbAgnU?si=n8n4-ZMIh5CmqBFl
Achille Lauro - Barabba II (Ai translation)
Life here is short, real short
You can’t erase mistakes with a rubber, rubber
Thirty joints and three drugs
At twenty you wreck yourself, thirty grams in three days
But I don’t blame, blame
This life is short and cruel
I’m not afraid, anyway
You die alone and you don’t know when
Around you there are many, but no one beside you
If I look around, there’s only those who can’t take it anymore
I don’t deserve the place on earth that you gave me
No one asked for it, they made us and then threw us in the middle
Like a loaded gun pointed at the chest
With a dry mouth, seeds from which nothing grows
Parents are scared of their kids in the cradle
The blind rage of these people trapped in these buildings
Gray buildings, rotten from the roots
Dreaming of peace gives you the illusion of knowing how to get it
These lives fooled by the idea of making it
Here no one’s guilty, no one feels guilt
They raised these people but taught them to feel like nothing
Now and forever, and to shout “you made it” is right
When the world gives no help
There’s no one listening to you since you were little
One day live one of my days
The strongest feeling I ever had for my father was wanting to kill him
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know (what will become of me)
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know (what will become of me)
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you want, what do you want, what do you want (what will become of me)
Praying not only for me
Praying for better days for those with me
Those who were with me never chose this life
Looking at his life, I promised I’d make it
We’re not only victims of the things you do
But we’re victims of why you do them
Why you do them—that’s what you never ask yourself
Before looking at me and asking why
Maybe you don’t know, maybe you don’t know
How you feel when you want more
When you don’t even know what you want anymore
I’ll pretend I’m fine
I’ll keep the few promises I have to keep (to have more)
I need a place where I can relax
With all the friends who remain
Where we can drink, laugh all night
With those who love me because the others are dead
Among all this there’s a place—well, show me where
My friends are slaves to their drugs
The same ones you sell to change lives
The same ones that will change you and your friends
You don’t know me or half my life, half a friend
Of the ruined boys, not even half a life
Of my brothers who don’t deserve this life
Of how many half-dead trying to change their life
Mama, don’t cry, I’m okay now
And tell those in heaven I love them
That I envy them because there’s no more pain there
That we’ll see each other again soon
That they’re far from this mess now
That there must be a better place than this
God, please save us from these days
Set aside a place and write down these names
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know (what will become of me)
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you know
What do you know
What do you know (what will become of me)
You talk about me, what do you want (what will become of me)
What do you want, what do you want, what do you want (what will become of me)
I saw my best friends drown tied up in the neighborhood
Changed after a woman
Changed after drugs
Changed by this money
Being poor changes you
Changing banknotes changes you
Even those who had little change, so…
