Space Funky Traveler

Space funky traveller
Space funky traveller

Your flying alone from the stratosphere to the interspace
No more passenger in the ultra zone
Space funky traveller
Crossing so fast, Things never gonna last
Shining like a star
My Space funky traveller

Space funky traveller
Space funky traveller

Space funky traveller
Space funky traveller
Space funky traveller
Space funky traveller

Let’s roll,
Let’s run,
Lets Ride,
Rollin’ ridin’,
Let’s roll,
Let’s run,
Feel the vibe,
Well I'm doing my’ thing,
Feeling my swing,
Alright.

Ah yeah I'm spreading my wings,
Rollin’ ridin’,
Feeling like a king,
Rollin’ ridin’,
Well I'm doing my’ thing,
Rollin’ ridin’,
Feeling my swing,
Rollin’ ridin’,
Yep.

- Italiano:

Hai un sapore d'istinto
Oro sopra al viso
Seguirò l’istinto
Correrò a cercarti

Tra le mie braccia non ti sentirai più sola

Hai un sapore distinto,
Mandi un po’ in tilt
A volte tanto che perde sapore il resto

Più della droga, sigarette o whiskey & cola

Sai che ti osservo quando stai un po’ per le tue
E vorrei averti come fossi una canzone
Forse è più tosta dirsi in faccia “fa paura”
Che avere tutto questo spazio tra di noi

E non sei mia
Mai
Scappi
Temi che ti uccida ma a pensarci
Senti
Vuoto dentro al petto; puoi fidarti
Sai che ti riprendo al volo
Stai con me
Temi che ti uccida ma sei viva

Oh Woah
Tengo stretto quel che non ho
E non ho
Un senso eterno ma se fermerai quest attimo
Puoi viverci

E non sei mia
Mai
Scappi
Temi che ti uccida ma a pensarci
Senti
Vuoto dentro al petto; puoi fidarti
Sai che ti riprendo al volo
Stai con me
Temi che ti uccida ma sei viva

Ma riesci a colpirmi
Come il primo pezzo soul o r&b
Sei quel mood la sera, sei
Cosa manca a me
Come il cavo jack che hai lasciato qui
Sei un po’ come me o io come te

(e non sei mia, mai)
(e non sei mia, mai)
(e non sei mia, mai)
(e non sei mia)


- English:


You have a flavor of instinct
Gold over your face
I'll follow my instinct
I'll run to find you

In my arms, you won't feel lonely anymore

You have a distinct flavor,
You throw me off balance
Sometimes so much that everything else loses its taste

More than drugs, cigarettes, or whiskey & cola

You know I watch you when you're on your own a bit
And I wish I could have you like you were a song
Maybe it's tougher to say "it's scary" to your face
Than to have all this space between us

And you're not mine
Never
You run away
You fear that it'll kill you, but thinking about it
You feel
An emptiness in your chest
You can trust me
You know I'll catch you in a heartbeat
Stay with me
You fear that it'll kill you but you're alive

Oh Woah
I hold on tight to what I don't have
And I don't have
An eternal sense but if you stop this moment
You can live it

And you're not mine
Never
You run away
You fear that it'll kill you, but thinking about it
You feel
An emptiness in your chest
You can trust me
You know I'll catch you in a heartbeat
Stay with me
You fear that it'll kill you but you're alive


But you manage to hit me
Like the first soul or R&B track
You're that mood at night, you are
What's missing for me
Like the jack plug you left here
You're a bit like me or I'm like you

(And you're not mine, never)
(And you're not mine, never)
(And you're not mine, never)
(And you're not mine)

- Français:

Tu as une saveur d'istincte
De l’or sur le visage
Je suivrai mon instinct
Je courrai te chercher

Dans mes bras, tu ne te sentiras plus jamais seule

Tu as une saveur distincte,
Tu me fais un peu perdre la tête
Parfois tellement que tout le reste perd son goût

Plus que la drogue, les cigarettes ou le whisky & cola

Tu sais que je t’observe quand tu restes un peu dans ton coin
Et je voudrais t’avoir comme une chanson
Peut-être qu'il est plus difficile de se dire en face "ça fait peur"
Que d’avoir tout cet espace entre nous

Et tu n’es pas à moi
Jamais
Tu fuis
Tu crains que je te tue, mais en y réfléchissant
Tu sens
Un vide dans ta poitrine ; tu peux me faire confiance
Tu sais que je te rattrape au vol
Reste avec moi
Tu crains que je te tue, mais tu es vivante

Oh Woah
Je tiens serré ce que je n’ai pas
Et je n’ai pas
Un sens éternel, mais si tu arrêtes cet instant
Tu peux y vivre

Et tu n’es pas à moi
Jamais
Tu fuis
Tu crains que je te tue, mais en y réfléchissant
Tu sens
Un vide dans ta poitrine ; tu peux me faire confiance
Tu sais que je te rattrape au vol
Reste avec moi
Tu crains que je te tue, mais tu es vivante

Mais tu arrives à me toucher
Comme le premier morceau de soul ou de r&b
Tu es cette ambiance le soir, tu es
Ce qui me manque
Comme le câble jack que tu as laissé ici
Tu es un peu comme moi ou moi comme toi

(et tu n’es pas à moi, jamais)
(et tu n’es pas à moi, jamais)
(et tu n’es pas à moi, jamais)
(et tu n’es pas à moi)

- Italiano:

Sei stato via per così tanto
Che tornare fa un po’ più male

Tu guardi avanti ignorando i passi
Ma c’é sangue sulle tue mani


Ora chi piange?
Cose di sangue
Ora chi piange?
Sporco di sangue
(ora chi…)


C’é una metà delle mie idee
Che non trova mai un perché

Nega la gioia mischia i colori
E mi stanca mi chiude qua

Amare un figlio, abbracciarlo
Rendere un sogno realtà
Come in una fiaba

Ora chi piange?
Cose di sangue
Ora chi piange?
Sporco di sangue

Ora chi piange?
Sporco di sangue
(Ma c’é sangue sulle tue mani)

Sei stato via per così tanto
Che sei niente dopo un caffé



- English:


You've been away for so long
That coming back hurts a bit more

You look ahead ignoring the steps
But there's blood on your hands

Now who cries?
Blood's matters
Now who cries?
Stained with blood
(now who...)

There's a half of my ideas
That never finds a reason why

Denies the joy mixes the colors
And tires me out it locks me here

Loving a child, hugging him
Making a dream come true
Like in a fairy tale

Now who cries?
Blood's matters
Now who cries?
Stained with blood

Now who cries?
Stained with blood
(But there's blood on your hands)

You've been away for so long
That you're nothing after a coffee

- Français:

Tu es partie depuis si longtemps
Que revenir fait un peu plus mal

Tu regardes devant en ignorant les pas
Mais il y a du sang sur tes mains

Qui pleure maintenant ?
Des affaires de sang
Qui pleure maintenant ?
Taché de sang
(qui... maintenant)

Il y a une moitié de mes idées
Qui ne trouve jamais de raison

Elle nie la joie, mélange les couleurs
Et ça m'épuise, ça me bloque ici

Aimer un enfant, le serrer dans ses bras
Réaliser un rêve
Comme dans un conte de fées

Qui pleure maintenant ?
Des affaires de sang
Qui pleure maintenant ?
Taché de sang

Qui pleure maintenant ?
Taché de sang
(Mais il y a du sang sur tes mains)

Tu es partie depuis si longtemps
Que tu n’es plus rien après un café

- English:
I'm looking for your taste
Gold upon your face
I’ll follow my sense
Run to find your trace
I want you close to me, need you to come right over
I'm looking for a piece
Begging for your lips
I wanna have you even though I know the risk
It’s not a drug, but my addiction’s taking over
I watch you closely when you’re lost inside your haze
I wish to have you like my song had your own name
I never thought that getting you would be so hard
Why don’t we try to understand and fill the void
I wanna make you mine,
Uh, why don’t you just let me?
Baby I ain’t playin’
Stop running away from me
You can trust me, you know that I will catch you falling
Stay with me
Ain’t gonna waste more time to make you MINE
Uh oh
I’m holdin’ tightly to this moment
It’s all that you can give me,
Can’t fight the feeling
Of wanting you so badly
I wanna make you mine,
Uh, why don’t you just let me?
Baby I ain’t playin’
Stop running away from me
You can trust me
You know that I will catch you falling
Stay with me
Ain’t gonna waste more time to make you MINE
Shivers when you’re near me
Like a burning fever coming over me
Be my sun when I’m awake
Cover in the rain
Healing when I bleed, tattoos on my skin
Everything you need, it’s just you and me
I wanna make you mine, uh
I wanna make you mine, uh
I wanna make you mine, uh
I wanna make you mine, uh