Dashboard Confessional - Letter - Текст песни

Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1) 

Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm? 
When you kicked out people [out of] your house 

I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer, 
you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those. 

I [don't have the] courage 
to kick your ass directly. 
Don't have enough courage for that, 
I could, you know. 

You know you're gonna have another accident? 
You know I'm involved with black magic? 
Fuck you. Die. Bastard. 
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole. 

And if I ever see your fucking face around, 
In Europe or Italy, 
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass. 
Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee. 
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise. 

[Bang bang / Deep pain] 

No one does what you did to me. 
You wanna know something? Fuck you. 
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard. 

Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2) 
I hope somebody in your family dies soon. 

Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai 
a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3) 

(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit? 
(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch. 
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!