lyrics
Two guys lose the control, their praxis is suddenly making us fall,
they can´t step on the ground, it seems so scary...
Two boxers waving the gloves, sticking each other like two fucking clones,
they mock, crush and destroy, it seems so scary…
oh parlocento!...
Prejudices, stereotypes, the panic is merely a way to collapse,
watch out, open your eyes, it seems so easy...
Find out the way to converge, the manner to change your fears for faith,
Come on! it´s just on your head… Parlocento...
I´m dreaming... daydreaming…
I´m dreaming... daydreaming…
I´m dreaming... daydreaming…
I´m dreaming... daydreaming…
The battles you're facing, the crisis... keep breathing,
the quarrels you're having... just forget them!
The valleys you're crossing, the sharp cliffs… keep moving,
keep moving, keep moving, ´til you get it!
Two guys take the control, their praxis is suddenly making us grow,
they sound clear and loud, feel the fantasy!
Two boxers dropping the gloves, showing each other their brotherly love,
they hug, they shout ... Parlocento!!!.
Moving, keep breathing, I´m chasing the air…
Moving, keep moving, I´m chasing the air…
Moving, keep breathing, I´m chasing the air…
Moving, keep moving, I´m chasing the air…
PARLOCENTO!!!
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HOSTOKA,
track released March 8, 2016
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