Al cuore, Ramon! – lyrics

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THE HEART, RAMON!

[ When a man with a rifle, meets a man with a gun,
the man with a gun is a dead man.
You said so?
Let’see if it is true! ]

Come on! If you know only these words: beat!
I’m not here to stir you to pity!
There is a girl who don’t ask a favor
to save her by your anger!
Come on: go ahead, splits these teeth!
They are already rotten for sweets,
for the white powder, behind which
my life is trudging.
Slam your right grudge on cheeks,
that you don’t know how caress!
Spit my mistakes on me
and when my face will become red,
your anger will be dissolved.
But you will find that your wound is still open,
and you can not give me the blame…
You will find that the goal was wrong,
that what hurt you, it was your burned heart…
And then, because I had the courage to endure,
I’ll have the right to attack,
and I will defend myself,
as how only I know …

[ The heart, Ramon! Shoot the heart!
Otherwise you’ll not be able to stop me! ]

The heart, Ramon!
The heart you can not control:
the heart you can only shoot!
The heart, Ramon!
Vent your anger: sight and shoot!

[ They told me that you were looking for me… ]

When I’m drunk to the dregs your hatred,
then it’s up to me to provide you with my glass …
Will sweeter my spittings,
but most poisonous, because you say
that my words are worse than a knife:
most are in, the more they hurt.
So I’m not afraid of your heavy hands,
thou shalt of my mouth, even without teeth …

[ Collect the rifle, load and shoot!]

The heart, Ramon!
The heart you can not control:
the heart you can only shoot!
The heart, Ramon!
Vent your anger: sight and shoot!

[ Well, what happens to you, Ramon?
Your hand shakes? ]

But what damage may have made on you,
this woman lousy?
What wounds she can you do,
that you already had not?
And if looking at me,
is remembering that you are suffering,
you chose to talk no more to me.
Look: today I chose to suffer
to be able to talk again,
to be able to look back in your face.
Here the woman you said a risk!
And in the end I only want to hug,
but since I still have
a little bit of pride,
I will refuse this pleasure.
This will be the worst of all your beats.
And in the end I will not be your trouble,
but maybe I will become your regret …
Then it will be born a doubt
behind your eyes rough …
rough and gorgeous …
that I cant see for too long.

The heart, Ramon!
The heart you can not control:
the heart you can only shoot!
The heart, Ramon!
Vent your anger: sight and shoot!

[ You’re dead! ]

“When a man with a gun
meets a woman with a pen,
the man with a gun
is a dead man.”

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