[Verse 1]
The embers of fire of a camp that was just turned off
The piss of a tiger left at least one night out in the wind
Seven hair of seven men picked up at dawn on a pillow
A piece of the bark of the tree where you played hide and seek
A coin of a far away country which name I can't pronounce
Four grains of red dirt picked up in Equatorial Africa
Cut up leather from the belt of a priest full of troubles
The breath of a beautiful woman with tired feet and aching teeth
Five strands of white beard of an old man at thе cafè with his friends of a life time
A mirror shard from thе bathroom in the station from where she departed
The dust that lays on the edge of your most loved jeans
And the water from the pond from the place where you met
[Chorus]
It’s a magnificent painkiller
It's a magnificent painkiller
It's a magnificent painkiller
It’s a magnificent painkiller
Chop mix beat
Chop mix beat
[Verse 2]
Three drops of spit of a woman who's pregnant of a man who doesn't love her
A feather of a parrot closed in Rome's zoo
A square centimeter of the newspaper that was published on your tenth birthday
A piece of burnt paper from a New Year's firecracker
Three drops of sweat of a marathon runner at the beginning of his career
A bit of water with which a mom washed the dishes last night
A fragment of your first school report of primary school
The timetable of the planes of the year that's about to begin
The ball of the referee's whistle, a piece of sparkling wine cork
A page of the science book of which you know nothing
A strand of grass on which a lion just passed
And the arrow that lowers the volume on the TV remote
The embers of fire of a camp that was just turned off
The piss of a tiger left at least one night out in the wind
Seven hair of seven men picked up at dawn on a pillow
A piece of the bark of the tree where you played hide and seek
A coin of a far away country which name I can't pronounce
Four grains of red dirt picked up in Equatorial Africa
Cut up leather from the belt of a priest full of troubles
The breath of a beautiful woman with tired feet and aching teeth
Five strands of white beard of an old man at thе cafè with his friends of a life time
A mirror shard from thе bathroom in the station from where she departed
The dust that lays on the edge of your most loved jeans
And the water from the pond from the place where you met
[Chorus]
It’s a magnificent painkiller
It's a magnificent painkiller
It's a magnificent painkiller
It’s a magnificent painkiller
Chop mix beat
Chop mix beat
[Verse 2]
Three drops of spit of a woman who's pregnant of a man who doesn't love her
A feather of a parrot closed in Rome's zoo
A square centimeter of the newspaper that was published on your tenth birthday
A piece of burnt paper from a New Year's firecracker
Three drops of sweat of a marathon runner at the beginning of his career
A bit of water with which a mom washed the dishes last night
A fragment of your first school report of primary school
The timetable of the planes of the year that's about to begin
The ball of the referee's whistle, a piece of sparkling wine cork
A page of the science book of which you know nothing
A strand of grass on which a lion just passed
And the arrow that lowers the volume on the TV remote
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