Infanati
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Infanati

.......Infanate devora mi et pater e mo
Senso mare devora re inse mio

Amani a

Infanati operatione del moni
Sensore divano
Sensore divano re di a in a re
Devora re senzo mia
Irrento re senzo mia
Divano ..............

Infanate devora mi et pater e mo
Senso mare devora re inse mio

Amani a

Infanati operatione del moni
Sensore divano
Sensore divano re di a in a re
Devora re senzo mia
Irrento re senzo mia
Divano ......

Infanate devora mi et pater e mo
Senso mare devora re inse mio

Amani a

Infanati operatione del moni
Sensore divano
Sensore divano re di a in a re
Devora re senzo mia
Irrento re senzo mia
Divano .........





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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Era's song Infanati are in Latin and are quite cryptic in their meaning. The repetition of "Infanate devora mi et pater e mo, senso mare devora re inse mio" seems to suggest a repeated plea for help or a prayer. The phrase "devora mi" implies a sense of being consumed or devoured, and "senso mare" may refer to a sense of being lost in the vastness of the sea or the universe.


The lyrics also mention "operatione del moni" which could refer to a monetary operation or exchange. The phrase "sensore divano" may refer to a sensor on a sofa or something more abstract like a sensory perception. Overall, the meaning of the song seems to be shrouded in mystery and open to interpretation.


Perhaps, the song is about feeling lost and consumed by modern society and technology, as suggested by the mention of monetary operation and sensory perception. The repetition of the lyrics creates a hypnotic effect - as if the singer is trying to break free from some kind of enchantment.


Line by Line Meaning

Infanate devora mi et pater e mo
Endless devouring of my father and me


Senso mare devora re inse mio
The sense of the sea devours my inner self


Amani a
Oh my soul


Infanati operatione del moni
Infants of the monetary system


Sensore divano
The sofa sensor


Sensore divano re di a in a re
The sofa sensor tells you, come in, come in


Devora re senzo mia
My feelings are devouring me


Irrento re senzo mia
My feelings are rushing in


Divano ..............
Sofa ..............


Senso mare devora re inse mio
The sense of the sea devours my inner self


Amani a
Oh my soul


Infanati operatione del moni
Infants of the monetary system


Sensore divano
The sofa sensor


Sensore divano re di a in a re
The sofa sensor tells you, come in, come in


Devora re senzo mia
My feelings are devouring me


Irrento re senzo mia
My feelings are rushing in


Divano ......
Sofa ......


Senso mare devora re inse mio
The sense of the sea devours my inner self


Amani a
Oh my soul


Infanati operatione del moni
Infants of the monetary system


Sensore divano
The sofa sensor


Sensore divano re di a in a re
The sofa sensor tells you, come in, come in


Devora re senzo mia
My feelings are devouring me


Irrento re senzo mia
My feelings are rushing in


Divano .........
Sofa .........




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ERIC LEVISALLES

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@nicobones9608

Ok, these videos by Era usually have a narrative, so let me see if I can figure this one out.

A nun in a convent steals a key and goes to a hidden room. There, she exposes her hair (potentially a sign of vanity or immodesty, considering her vows of chastity). She then puts on some sort of magic crown that takes her away to another place and time. Probably the past.

In the past (or the other realm) she is mostly naked and appears to be wearing war paint. An equally scantily-clad opponent is presented before her, and hooded monks gather around as if this is some sort of ceremony. They beat their staffs on the ground, again indicating that this appears to be some sort of ceremony.

Before the ceremony begins, she takes off the crown and returns to her duties as a nun. She then starts going back and forth between her nun duties and the crown to see what comes next in the ritual. All the while, one the Mother Superior is suspicious of her constantly being late.

A possible hint about where this is going is that the "monks" in the black, hooded robes do not wear any crosses or anything to indicate that they are Christian, as the nun is. Thus, the mud wrestling match that follows is likely some manner of dark or heretical ritual. The quasi-sexual nature of the mud wrestling hints that this is perhaps Pagan, or perhaps represents an inner struggle with the sin of lust.

One time when she wakes from a dream about the ritual, she imagines a cross and clasps her hands to pray. This seems to indicate that she's asking for forgiveness for engaging in this fantasy. Though, the fact that her sleeping clothes are not the sort of modest sleeping garments nuns would typically wear suggests that in private she is being "immodest," per the terms of her vow.

She returns to the crown, and the ritual continues. The mud covers the two combatants so much that they quickly become indistinguishable, so it is hard to tell which figure is performing which move. Who is winning doesn't seem to be the point. The point is the multiple "forbidden" acts going on here. A ritual performed for some other faith or force, appearing half-naked in front of so many people, and engaging in violence. All of these would violate the nun's vows, but she's not actually doing them, she's just experiencing that through the crown. The joy of fighting, being sexualized, and being cheered on by so many voices.

While other nuns are finding satisfaction in giving water to thirsty children in the desert, our beautiful nun keeps returning to that room with the crown. She's not just neglecting her prayers anymore. She's neglecting the poor and the needy. This is when the Mother Superior catches her in the act.

The nun, in the crown's dreamscape, finishes the ritual and sees a similar crown placed upon her head, as she is the victor of the fight. The men all stand around her holding their staffs rather suspiciously from the "hip," if you will. The sexual symbolism here is not exactly subtle.

The Mother Superior makes her hand over the key. The fact that this key has been on a hook the whole time rather than hidden away somewhere suggests that the room with the crown wasn't totally forbidden, but rather that she wasn't supposed to go there as often as she did. This results in our young nun being kicked out, because she has neglected her duties.

Somehow, the young ex-nun then gets a hold of the crown again. Maybe it's another one (the one put on the victor's head?) or maybe she got it from the convent somehow. In any case, she takes it out to the desert and smashes it. This seems to indicate repentance of the sin she engaged in by enjoying the crown. If it's the one from the convent, then it's also her making sure no one else will fall to its temptation.

The smoke rising from the destroyed crown seems to represent some sort of spiritual presence, and her body language upon touching the smoke seems to suggest ecstasy. She's dressed more modestly than the mud wrestler, but less so than the nuns. Perhaps finding a middle ground?

What follows from there seems to be some sort of spiritual experience. A religious epiphany, perhaps? Or, in finding the middle ground, perhaps she's also found forgiveness or a healthy approach to that which tempted her for so long.

I feel like this one is more difficult to interpret than Divano.



@rodrigohenrique7923

Infanati

Infanate devora mi et pater e mo
Senso mare devora re inse mio
Amani a
Infanati operatione del moni
Sensore divano
Sensore divano re di a in a re
Devora re senzo mia
Irrento re senzo mia
Divano



@leomolina3027

Rodrigo Farias
Infantate devora inefane remo
Sen sompale devonore inselivo
Amalia
Infanati po pera sione demoni
Sen sore divano
Sen sole divano
Re diva enore
Divano re sensoliva
Dore sore sensoliva
Divano divano...



All comments from YouTube:

@pegychv3256

Somos pocos los que escuchamos este tipo de música

@jonatanfrancoromero7190

Desde que tenía como 10 años me encantaba esta música 🤭

@JesusRenteria

Pocos y aparte que hablemos español xd

@lothor4687

Siii

@donlusiojavierduartefacund1829

Hola

@DragonGaymer

Desde niño, siempre me ha gustado está música!!

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@jesscervantes1284

No importa cuanto tiempo pase, las canciones de Era siempre serán clásicos.

@abrahamhdz1427

Jess Cervantes excelente observación y muy buena su música, claro.

@JeanPaulLivia

Sapbe!

@ricardosalvadoradixions7018

Jess Cervantes cierto son los MEJORES

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