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Nirvana
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Nirvana κυκλοφόρησε στις 14 Φεβρουαρίου 2026 από A Peter Pitsch Project ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Disconnected
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ΆλμπουμDisconnected
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας14 Φεβρουαρίου 2026
ΕτικέταA Peter Pitsch Project
ΓλώσσαEnglish
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
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Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suno
Suno
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Pitsch
Peter Pitsch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Pitsch
Peter Pitsch
Producer, Mixing Engineer

Στίχοι

Intoxicated I fall and fall out of this world
Into deep sleep or does non-existence hurl
Right back at me from the endless void?
Remorseful on the bed, no longer buoyed
Under streams of rain, like voices they call
A new day begins and I'm ready to howl
My roots carried on my shoulder like luggage
The rebel of once, old news to rummage
Out of every moment another emerges
Like rainwater from the ceiling it surges
Drenched with Bangkok's pulsating noise
Among beggars in tatters a bohemian poise
I'm pissed off by enlightened disciples
Discovering the Here and Now, their idols
I'm pissed off by enlightened disciples
Discovering the Here and Now, their idols
Collecting tattoos with sacred signs
Their spiritual images, their new confines
Go on, who's next to emerge from the cycle
Of death and rebirth, into Nirvana's title
Into that nothingness where nothing is more
Where existence fades and silence roars
Under streams of rain, like voices they call
A new day begins and I'm ready to howl
My roots carried on my shoulder like luggage
The rebel of once, old news to rummage
Out of every moment another emerges
Like rainwater from the ceiling it surges
Drenched with Bangkok's pulsating noise
Among beggars in tatters a bohemian poise
I'm pissed off by enlightened disciples
Discovering the Here and Now, their idols
Collecting tattoos with sacred signs
Their spiritual images, their new confines
Go on, who's next to emerge from the cycle
Of death and rebirth, into Nirvana's title
Into that nothingness where nothing is more
Where existence fades and silence roars
Written by: Peter Pitsch
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