The Rot-ten Apples (5:01)
Music by Brunello, Colman, De Marchi, Indriolo, Schimd
Lyrics by Indriolo
Lyrics
Cursed be the day I met you,
your envy spreads lies, your lies are shaky…
… like a drunk tightrope walker’s mood…
A tree is known by its fruit, remember…
the roots are the mirror image of leafage.
Can I water the apple tree where you’re hanged with dangling legs?
Thinking too, can burn my liver.
Smart liveried coachman of a shaky liveried…
… like a drunk driver’s mood,
crashed into the wall of your sins.
Can I water the apple tree where you’re hanged with dangling legs?
In this paradise plants grow only by the rotten apples,
Some people ate them greedily and someother spat them out.
© Osvaldo Indriolo e Mirco Brunello