INCUBI Lyrics English Translation by Salmo & Noyz Narcos
One and two, coming for you
Three and four, close the door
Lock it, don’t open
Grab the crucifix and defend yourself
One, two, three, tell me when and where
Four, five, six, I come to where you are
Seven, eight, nine days in hangover
The club’s rule: never sleep
You want to put a Kalash’ under my [?], how thick?
I’ll take your body to the crypt
Two in front, four behind, the engine roars, smoke in the rear
Montezuma, the body floats in the air like a feather
A voice inside my head says, “Screw them all”
In the skull to the notes of the good old Ludwig Van TruceKlan, blood within
Triple six on the staff, crooked with my eye in the center
In the dead of winter, feet cold in the snow
I claim the place the way it should be
My boy, true story blood, fried dry, more tandoori chicken
We toast while swallowing these pills
Five of spades in hand
On the table, these bowls on a mat of cigarette butts
My clique always at rich tables, jeans fitted
Always with our heads on the business, it was written
One, two, three, tell me when and where
Four, five, six, I come to where you are
Seven, eight, nine days in hangover
The club’s rule: never sleep
Never sleep, never sleep
The club’s rule: never sleep
Seven, eight, nine days in hangover
The rule in the club: never sleep
Yeah, ah, ah
You can burn if you touch me (Ah)
In hand, a screwdriver, I’ll stick it in between your eyes, blood flows
The bells ring at midnight
This music is the wake of the deceased, amen
I tip my hat, smoke comes out from under the lid
I don’t reflect in the mirror, I don’t exist
Here, you’re born old before your time
If you’re looking for me, bro, you’ll find me at the corner of an old crucifix
It’s Christ who follows me with a fixed gaze
A hand drags me towards the abyss
The darkness falls if I disappear
Room triple six, I come without an invitation
I climb to the top floor of this endless hotel
I hear footsteps, I see shadows
I feel the bass, I see beyond
People vibrate strongly when I touch certain strings (Brr)
It sounds like a cold kiss on the forehead
Drinking blood from the source
I kill the beat, I take my sins
One, two, three, tell me when and where
Four, five, six, I come to where you are
Seven, eight, nine days in hangover
The club’s rule: never sleep
Never sleep, never sleep
The club’s rule: never sleep
Seven, eight, nine days in hangover