Klipp Tal-Vidjo
Lirika
Sing, sing, won’t you sing for me
– Kanta, tkanta, mhux se tkanta għalija
Beast in your belly, you’ve got to let it breathe
– Kruha fiż-żaqq tiegħek, għandek tħalliha tieħu n-nifs
Sing, oh, sing for me
– Kanta, oh, ikanta għalija
Beast in your belly, lord, you’ve got to let it breathe
– Kruha f’żaqqek, mulej, trid tħalliha tieħu n-nifs
Breathe for me
– Nifs għalija
And wash, you better wash your hands
– U aħsel, aħjar taħsel idejk
Grab the soap, use your frying pan
– Aqbad is-sapun, uża l-qali tiegħek
‘Cause you’ve been digging down, burying dead
– ‘kawża li kont qed tħaffer, tidfen mejjet
Grass grows tall on the things that you wish that you’d forget
– Il-ħaxix jikber għoli fuq l-affarijiet li tixtieq li tinsa
And better clean, oh clean your plate
– U nadif aħjar, oh naddaf il-platt tiegħek
Mama’s been slavin’ in the kitchen all day
– Mama kienet slavin’fil-kċina l-ġurnata kollha
Make sure to wipe the filth from your shoes
– Kun żgur li timsaħ il ħmieġ miż żraben tiegħek
No one ’round here wants to know what you’ve been up to
– Ħadd’round hawn ma jrid ikun jaf x’qed tagħmel
Down, down in a hole in the ground
– Isfel, ‘l isfel f’toqba fl-art
There are ghosts that never can be found
– Hemm ghosts li qatt ma jistgħu jinstabu
Home, home, home is in the ground
– Id-dar, id-dar, id-dar tinsab fl-art
You’re only waiting at the end of the road
– Qed tistenna biss fl aħħar tat triq
And nothing’s better than blood on blood
– U xejn mhu aħjar mid-demm fuq id-demm
I promise brother, you are safe with us
– Inwiegħed lil ħu, int sigur magħna
There’s no telling what tomorrow will bring
– M’hemm l ebda tgħid x’se jġib għada
We all have our devils and oh, you’ve got to let them sing
– Aħna lkoll għandna x-xjaten tagħna u oh, għandek tħallihom ikantaw
Sing, oh, sing for me
– Kanta, oh, ikanta għalija
Beast in your belly, you’ve got to let it breathe
– Kruha fiż-żaqq tiegħek, għandek tħalliha tieħu n-nifs
Sing, oh, sing for me
– Kanta, oh, ikanta għalija
Beast in your belly, lord, you’ve got to let it sing
– Kruha f’żaqqek, mulej, trid tħalliha tkanta
Home, home, home is in the ground
– Id-dar, id-dar, id-dar tinsab fl-art
You’re only waiting at the end of the road
– Qed tistenna biss fl aħħar tat triq
Down, down in a hole in the ground
– Isfel, ‘l isfel f’toqba fl-art
There are ghosts that never can be found
– Hemm ghosts li qatt ma jistgħu jinstabu
