FRASCATI Lyrics (English Translation) – Taco Hemingway

FRASCATI (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway]
This part shows a man walking alone through the city at night, feeling cold, wet, and emotionally drained. He carries his thoughts quietly, hiding them like the notebook in his coat. Familiar places no longer bring comfort, and he wants to stop living in old memories. Even streets he knows well now feel dark and empty. He goes into a cheap bar, which feels grimy and lifeless, matching his mood. The bartender and lack of real conversation make the place feel soulless. Drinking becomes a way to cope with deep loneliness that feels dangerous and heavy. What once felt like nervous excitement has turned into something unhealthy that slowly eats at him inside. He feels unlucky, disconnected, and completely on his own. When he looks at himself, he no longer recognizes who he has become, showing how lost and emotionally distant he feels from his own identity.

[Chorus: Livka]
This part paints the city as eerie and restless, even when it should feel alive. People passing by seem distant yet intense, like small lights in the dark. The streets feel sleepless and unreal, creating anxiety instead of comfort. The person being addressed is wandering without direction, slightly drunk, reaching out through messages, suggesting confusion, longing, and emotional dependence.

[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway]
Here, he steps back into the streets and notices young people full of energy and belief. They still think they can change things, but he feels they are unaware of how harsh reality can be. He once shared that same hope and desire to fix the system, but life forced him to let it go. To him, everything now feels driven by money and empty ambition, and that earlier dream feels dead. As he moves through popular areas full of people and nightlife, he feels tired and disconnected from the crowd. Instead of joining them, he chooses quieter streets. He checks his phone, seeing messages come in, which should feel exciting, but they only deepen his sadness. The attention he wants is going to someone else, reminding him that even digital connection can highlight loneliness rather than fix it.

[Chorus: Livka]
This chorus again shows a city that feels restless and unsettling. The person walking through it seems emotionally lost, moving without purpose. Alcohol blurs their steps, and messaging becomes a way to reach out while feeling unsure. It reflects confusion, late night thoughts, and a need for connection that isn’t fully returned.

[Verse 3:]
[Taco Hemingway, Taco Hemingway & Livka]
This section focuses on messy emotions, jealousy, and regret, especially tied to late-night texting. He thinks about someone he cares about and keeps checking his phone, even though he knows it’s a bad idea. Friends have warned him before about mixing alcohol and messages, but he ignored that advice. Watching a couple being affectionate makes him bitter and reflective. He wants to warn the guy that love won’t save him from pain and that relationships can end suddenly and harshly. There’s a sense that heartbreak is inevitable and part of growing up. He imagines the man being left alone, forced to rebuild himself and rediscover some rebellious spirit. Underneath it all, he’s really talking about himself, projecting his own disappointment, mistakes, and emotional bruises onto others while struggling to let go.

[Chorus: Livka]
This version of the chorus reinforces the feeling of endlessly wandering through the same emotional space. The city stays awake while the person feels mentally exhausted. There’s no clear direction, only repeated late-night texting driven by alcohol, confusion, and a quiet hope that someone on the other end might respond.

[Verse 4: Taco Hemingway]
In this part, the person admits that the one he’s thinking about exists only in his head now, and he wonders how long those thoughts will survive. His surroundings feel suffocating and dark, both physically and emotionally. The neighborhood seems haunted by history and heavy memories, making everything feel unsettling. He’s too tired to chase dreams or excitement anymore, and life no longer feels entertaining. Standing near a church, he reflects on guilt and mistakes, as if silently confessing. He looks for guidance, hoping for some kind of sign to pull him out before he completely falls apart. Just as he’s lost in his thoughts, a real cry for help cuts through the noise, reminding him that suffering isn’t only his and that the world’s pain is very real.

[Outro]
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