Lyrics and translation Herman Medrano - Cabernet Boys

Cabernet Boys

Xe do dì che no riposo, e in pi so rabioso
So qua che ghe ragiono, ghe ragiono

Xe do dì che no riposo e in pi so rabioso
So qua che ghe ragiono, voria el me raboso
Ai tenpi in cui sta porcarìa no a gavaria bevùa
Quando ancora el vin se faxeva soeo co eà ua
In giro xente strana, el vin eò varda e eò nasa
El sa da questo e quéo ma el costa fa na casa
Chi casso se ne ciava, eà xe tuta na cassada
Magno roba de casada e bevo vegna inbutiliada
Uno, do e tre, quatro, sincue, sié
7-8-9-10 e fin quando che ghe n'é
Un passo a xe na tonboea te par de stare in gondoea
Rivo casa co na torboea, ma co na torboea
E chi missia bianco e rosso no ga capìo un casso
Ragasso, te ghe ciapà davero un bruto andasso
Da qua mi no me also porta naltro butilion
Co so stufo vago casa e scrivo na canson

La la la, la, Cabernet boys
La la la, la, 'ndemo fora co i fioi
La la la, la, semo xente de grado
A domenega matina serve pa smaltire el sabo
La la la, la, fin che vago in alto
La la la, la, fin che resto balbo
La la la, la, co i gumi sol banco
Se morirò doman almanco che me beva un bianco

Fame saiare quéo, e un iosso anca de quéo
Co i oci vedo el cieo destirà come un tapéo
I xe uno drio che altro che te assa un fià a tocheti
Fra na briscoea, na scoa e na partia de trionfeti
E a l'età dea Cinqueti no xe difissie
Mai viste robe simie? Go visto serte simie
Do passi, no te a passa, do giri dea piassa
Tiri che te spiassa e in finae mal de pansa
Potresti limitarti? Tuo padre cosa dice?
Casa mia beve acqua soeo che eà lavatrice
Xe rossi nasi e lavari, bianchi da cadaveri
Varda basso e sta tento che no te te insgalmari
Co poco te esageri, mae eà testa che sotera
El coera e un fià che ferma na coriera
Voemo queo bon, miga tocio de carton
E col xe finìo canto eà soita canson

La la la, la, Cabernet boys
La la la, la, 'ndemo fora co i fioi
La la la, la, semo xente de grado
A domenega matina serve pa smaltire el sabo
La la la, la, fin che vago in alto
La la la, la, fin che resto balbo
La la la, la, co i gumi sol banco
Se morirò doman almanco che me beva un bianco

Conossevo un tipo che beveva minerae
Rivo proprio giusto desso dal so funerae
Mi no so Hilander e no rivarò distante
El vin te fa sangue, eà acqua fa tremare e ganbe
Un dì si e dì anca el fegato se agna
Cossa vuto che te diga, l'unica magagna
Vedo mostri in giro come a note de Halloween
Vago vanti a Aulin, cafelate e Bauli
Giovinessa sui banchi e dai banchi ai branchi
A desfarse i bronchi e el fegato co i bianchi
I veci che te spinxe: sito omo? Bevi un goto
Bevi ti che bevo mi, finché no me incapoto
Daghe eà piena, saja questa, butaghene naltra
Forsa qua finché no canto come Frank Sinatra
Miracoi che camina, noti poco magiche
Parlemo de butillie? No, misuremo a taniche

La la la, la, Cabernet boys
La la la, la, 'ndemo fora co i fioi
La la la, la, semo xente de grado
A domenega matina serve pa smaltire el sabo
La la la, la, fin che vago in alto
La la la, la, fin che resto balbo
La la la, la, co i gumi sol banco
Se morirò doman almanco che me beva un bianco

Proseco, Raboso, Tocai o Merlot
Torcoeato, Recioto, Cabernet o Pinot
Na volta queste jera e bibite del popoeo
Desso a 10 euro no te conpri gnanca el stropoeo
Eh, zio ken, so arso, 'ndemo bevare un iosso, va là

Cabernet Boys

It's been two days that I haven't rested, and I'm also angry
I'm here thinking about it, thinking about it

It's been two days that I haven't rested, and I'm also angry
I'm here thinking about it, I want my raboso
In the times when this crap wasn't drunk
When wine was still made only with grapes
Strange people around, I look at the wine and smell it
It knows from this and that, but it costs a house
Who the hell cared, it's all a scam
I eat homemade food and drink bottled wine
One, two, and three, four, five, six
7-8-9-10 and until there is some
One step is a tomb, you feel like you're in a gondola
I arrive home with a storm, but with a storm
And who mixes white and red didn't understand a damn thing
Boy, you really took a wrong turn
From here I don't bring another bottle
When I'm full I go home and write a song

La la la, la, Cabernet boys
La la la, la, we go out with the boys
La la la, la, we are people of grade
Sunday morning is good for disposing of Saturday
La la la, la, until I go high
La la la, la, until I'm speechless
La la la, la, with the gums on the bench
If I die tomorrow, at least let me drink a white

I'm hungry tonight, and a bone too
With my eyes I see the sky stretched like a tapestry
There is one after another that leaves you breathless
Between a briscola, a school, and a game of triumphs
And at the age of fifty, it's not difficult
Ever seen monkey stuff? I've seen some monkeys
Two steps, don't pass, two laps of the square
Shots that stretch you out and eventually a stomach ache
Could you limit yourself? What does your father say?
My house drinks only water, the washing machine
There are red noses and laundry, white from corpses
Look down and try not to get excited
With a little you exaggerate, mom and her head that spins
The heart is a little that stops a bus
We want the good one, not cardboard touch
And when it's finished, sing the continuation of the song

La la la, la, Cabernet boys
La la la, la, we go out with the boys
La la la, la, we are people of grade
Sunday morning is good for disposing of Saturday
La la la, la, until I go high
La la la, la, until I'm speechless
La la la, la, with the gums on the bench
If I die tomorrow, at least let me drink a white

I knew a guy who drank mineral water
I just arrived from his funeral
I'm not Highlander and I won't go far
Wine makes you blood, water makes your legs tremble
One day yes and the other day the liver also gets wet
What do you want me to tell you, the only flaw
I see monsters around like Halloween night
I go on to Aulin, coffee and Bauli
Youth on the benches and from the benches to the gills
To destroy the lungs and liver with the whites
The old people pushing you: are you a man? Have a drink
You drink, I drink, until I'm knocked out
Give it full, this one, throw in another one
Strength here until I sing like Frank Sinatra
Miracles that walk, slightly magical nights
Are we talking about bottles? No, we measure in tanks

La la la, la, Cabernet boys
La la la, la, we go out with the boys
La la la, la, we are people of grade
Sunday morning is good for disposing of Saturday
La la la, la, until I go high
La la la, la, until I'm speechless
La la la, la, with the gums on the bench
If I die tomorrow, at least let me drink a white

Prosecco, Raboso, Tocai or Merlot
Torcolato, Recioto, Cabernet or Pinot
Once these were the drinks of the people
Now for 10 euros you don't even buy the cork
Eh, Uncle Ken, I'm burned, let's go drink a bone, go ahead