RESPIRA Lyrics English Translation by Salmo & Noyz Narcos
Breathe (Ah, ah)
Time passes right under your nose as if you put *** in the hourglass (Ah, ah)
I hate the morning, the sun seeps into life when the darkness lures me (Ah-ah)
Breathe (Ah-ah), it doesn’t even arrive on tiptoe (Ah-ah)
In my head, there’s a murderous voice (Ah-ah)
It says, “Put a *** in your mouth, do it sooner” (Ah)
I live compulsively in a repetition (Ah)
I enter paradise with a retina scanner
I need to write it; ethics won’t teach you that
At life’s crossroads, there’s never any signage
Choose: the heat in hell with money to fan
An ordinary life, a record of mistakes
My face covered in cuts, rattlesnakes
Lunch at nine, Kobe beef
I cut off heavy drugs
Cash hidden among boards
I translate words into diamonds
If evil is a record, bro, I want six Nobels (Uh)
Now, I’m convinced
The character has won in the music (Ah-ah)
Since I write on instinct, I’ve stood out
Pretend like nothing’s fake about me
Breathe
When you stand on the edge, breathe
When you look down, breathe
You’re already a dead man, and you extinguish in a breath
Breathe
When you pull the trigger, breathe
When you change the cards, breathe
Before taking aim, breathe
Before the challenge, breathe
Before the shot, breathe
Look into my evil eyes
Like someone who’s seen their village burn
I’m Django, John Rambo, Commando
I want vengeance only (Tu-tu-tu-tu)
My war, my rap still stabs
This sick city devours you
People hunched, their faces in screens
I think, “Hell might be beautiful”
Blood paints knives (Ah)
Hate lurks, dividing brothers (Cold)
Ingots in vats, Licio Gelli (Uh)
Uniforms with tasers and batons
Brain drain, I hate everyone, Knife 49
I’ll go screw myself somewhere else
I won’t wake up hungover again
For money and respect
This stuff brings you before God
I imagined my own funeral (Cold)
Damn, I wanted to be there too
Head of goats on stakes
I celebrate success with my brothers
In the name of the father, illegitimate children of these streets (Cold)
Breathe
When you stand on the edge, breathe
When you look down, breathe
You’re already a dead man, and you extinguish in a breath
Breathe
When you pull the trigger, breathe
When you change the cards, breathe
Before taking aim, breathe
Before the challenge, breathe
Before the shot, breathe
Bro, I already have a hundred tracks, Decameron (Yes)
New album, more budget than Cameron
I’ve been real for a quarter of a century
It’s like climate change
I’m a true playboy like Carti (Yes)
I have a Barbie with Cardi’s butt (Yes)
Barbiturates, chicken, and cashews
Wearing Marni, she’s wilder than Marnie
Two kilograms of white gold around my neck
Three hundred grams of white gold on my wrist (White gold on my wrist)
Three grams of white gold in my body
I’m big, I’m Cocainorso (I’m Cocainorso)
If it burns, my merch is Brufen
Oh damn, I bang from Bang & Olufsen
You’re the BTS, a band of dolls
I’m limitless, I’m Bradley Cooper (Uh)
Universal renews
For all the grain in a Rimowa
Checked in my summer residence in Sicily
I touch iron to remove bad luck
I do your entire tour in two dates
Your whole album in two weeks
The whole house in two installments
You, rapping, are all your father’s (Ah)
I eat ground beef
You want a beef, what a joke (Ahahah)
Marra, ouch, he abuses you
I’m a ninja, Hayabusa (Yah-tah)
My stuff sells like hotcakes
I have the domain, Aruba
Your stuff is garbage
Pray to a Deva, an Asura
That it doesn’t see an excuse (Grrah)
I have the bomb, Oppenheimer
Street like a pit, like a Rottweiler
Too many thotties, Thottenheimer
I need one who’s open-minded (Already)
You know I don’t have a flow; I have a geyser
Sold out at the racetracks, Trottenaimer (Eh)
I sold it until it’s out of stock
I screwed her until she’s out of ***
Breathe
When you stand on the edge, breathe
When you look down, breathe
You’re already a dead man, and you extinguish in a breath
Breathe
When you pull the trigger, breathe
When you change the cards, breathe
Before taking aim, breathe
Before the challenge, breathe
Before the shot, breathe