kandinsky don joe lyrics english

[Chorus: Rose Villain]
It’s over like this
It was a Monday
Now I see the sharks in the whiskey

You made me like a Kandinsky
Mais oui
I’m leaving here
But the streets look sad
You made me like a Kandinsky

[Verse 1: Hernia]
A narrator describing me
Talk about my end
Dark feelings like para and the like

They mix with the cuts, yes, paraffin
And when you go up the stairs, doubts come
Every step is my judge

Beautiful sight when you are at the peak
But you learn soon to make the lightning rod
On my grave cherry blossoms

They will say: “A life like this is a privilege
To have it who knows who has made a disfigurement”
But in my place they would do worse

I do not correct myself
So I will live forever in a text, a royal decree
Even if they hate now
Then they will love me when I have two meters of earth on the chest

[Chorus: Rose Villain]
It’s over like this
It was a Monday
Now I see sharks in whiskey
You’ve made me like a Kandinsky

Corn oui
I’m leaving here
But the streets look sad
You’ve made me like a Kandinsky

[Verse 2: Rose Villain]
I look at the ceiling, I know all its details
And the more I mirror it the more in its cracks I see my mistakes

There is no gravity I
float along with my memories and problems
Do it quickly on a Benz in Miami

Now I’m in a hurry and take benzo to brake thoughts
And if I die, at the funeral you play Nevermind
How do you do it, I don’t believe you never think of me, never
If you only listen to my song on Spotify

[Chorus: Rose Villain]
It’s over like this
It was a Monday
Now I see the sharks in the whiskey

You made me like a Kandinsky
Corn oui
I’m leaving here
But the streets look sad
You made me like a Kandinsky

[Bridge: Rose Villain, Rose Villain & Hernia ]
I’ll never learn
Baby, why do I hit my head?
Here the hands mark the end on the Panerai
Hanging from a rock in the storm
Waiting for the wave

[Chorus: Rose Villain & Ernia]
That’s the end of it
It was a Monday
Now I see the sharks in the whiskey

You’ve reduced me like a Kandinsky
Mais oui
I’m leaving here
But the streets seem sad to
me You have reduced me like a Kandinsky

 

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