When I was young
I thought that perfection was possible When I was young
I dreamed I could make it all happen When I was younger
The world seemed to be so so simple Simple
This song’s for those
Who can’t lift their heads above the pillow This songs for those
Who live in a constant present pain
This song I’ll sing
Cos sometimes you can’t seem to utter words Utter words
Crossword puzzle Mending that muddle Again and again and again My feelings are teasing Emotions are feeding
An empty and fragile skin
When I had fire
To play with, to burn things, to watch at night When I had fire
Inside me I couldn’t contain
I long for fire
To keep me dancing to the end
To the end

Switchblade, Switchblade, my lovely friend.
I held you so close we two till the bitter end.
One pierce, one cut was one was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
Pen knife, pen knife – c'mon All, cheer!
For the words we sing conjures tears.
One word. A mutter with such restrain.
For me, my love, scribe me your pain?
Stiletto, my stiletto!
Will I, may I? See you again tomorrow?
One on one – We two in your room.
For we need not be bride or groom.
One pierce, one cut was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
My blood.
My blood.
My blood.

PR/ES:

yeaah oh na na na
ele me chama e é para sair
cê sabe um plano tranqui,
saída tipo chill
ele me olha como que querendo algo mais
levo ele pra sua casa,
me diz se quero entrar

Mango Bajito
Y yo haciéndome el loco
ele me deixa louca
Se me pega despacito
me pega devagarinho
Me despierta poco
me desperta pouco a pouco

Ay esto se prendió cuando dijo ven vámonos
Estaba esperando esto mas que la final de Game of Thrones
Con esa cara de Tokio hoy no voy pa' Japón
Vamos a hacer un clic, vamos a perder el control

me mata seu tumbao,
coração acelerado
não fiz uma tatu tu
mas fiquei marcada
hashtag #nobraclub
arrasando no tik tok
esse baile só
eu vi ontem entre quatro paredes

Yeah, y yo que pensaba que eras vegana
descobri que isso era um mito
Me pregunta si repetimos mañana

ele é mango bajito
La puso mango bajito
e eu ficando louca
Y yo haciéndome el loco
me pega devagarinho
Se me pega despacito
me seduz pouco a pouco
Me seduce poco a poco

Oh na na
Oh nana

ele não tá vacilando

Oh na na
Oh na na

me deixa delirando

hey, não te minto,
não sou impostora
mas se você mexe assim
necessito ventilação
Hey, no te miento,
no soy impostor
súbete a mi nave
vamos a matarnos los dos
Hey, lo mueve así,
con todo el potencial
Pa' que te digo que no si sí
Me encanta verla bailar
Hey, Lo mueve así,
imposible comparar
parece que foi criado
pela própria Nastya Nass

Mango, mango, mango bajito
Mango, mango, mango bajito
Mango, mango, mango bajito
Mango, mango, mango bajito



EN:

She calls me to go out
You know a nice quiet plan,
a chill out type of thing.
She looks at me like she wants something else
I take her to her house and she tells me if I want to come in.

Low Mango
And I'm pretending to be crazy
She slowly comes on to me
She wakes me up little by little

Oh this was turned on when she said "come on let's go"
I was waiting for this more than the Game of Thrones finale
With that Tokyo face I'm not going to Japan today
We're gonna click, we're gonna lose control

He' s killing me with his tumbao,
He' s got my heart racing
He didn't give me a tattoo too
and yet left me marked
Hashtag "No Bra Club",
sharing it on Tik Tok
Although that dance alone
I saw it in the room

Yeah, and I thought you were vegan.
I already found out that was a myth
She's asking me if we'll do it again tomorrow

She put the mango on low
And I'm pretending to be crazy
She's slowly coming on to me
She seduces me little by little

Oh na na
Oh nana

She's not fooling around

Oh na na na
Oh na na na

She's got me delirious

Hey, I'm not lying to you
I'm not an imposter
But if you move it like that
I need ventilation
Hey, I'm not lying to you
I'm not an impostor
get in my car
We're gonna die together
Hey, move it like this,
with all the potential
How can I say no to you, if I also want it
I love to see her dance
Hey, she moves it like this
Impossible to compare
She looks like she was raised
By Nastya Nass herself

Mango, mango, low mango
Mango, mango, low mango
Mango, mango, low mango
Mango, mango, low mango

Sail away from the cries of your cynical thoughts
Sail away from the hurry to prove them wrong
Sail away from the voices who can't help but bring you down Let them think they know something
Then sail away
Sail away from the land where your dreams seem unreal
Sail away to where you don't have to do, where you only have to be Sail away from the striving
Sail away from the struggle
Sail away to the heavens, they're right here in your hands
Sail away to better lands