Paroles et traduction Coma_Cose - French Fries

French Fries

Case di ringhiera dopo che ho cenato
Pollo Tandoori, guardo il vicinato
Dal cortile sale il fumo piano
Cerco l′Africa in giardino sono Celentano
Scendo al bar a prendere le Winston
In sottofondo musica che non capisco
Avete fatto i dischi platini
Ma vi mancano i menischi di Platini
La classe conta, non puoi comprarla
Un chilo di coca costa... Smeralda
In Italia sei un Dio solo se spopoli
Gesù mi chiama e dice: "Oh!, tutto Aposto-li?"
E per fortuna lei mi sa calmare
Andiamo a fare un giro e porta da fumare
Fame chimica da tre di notte maritozzi
D'Amore non si muore si ma allora Moana Pozzi
Così ora condividiamo un palco,
Le rustichelle, dormire sopra un′auto,
Coma cose nuovi Prozac +
Ritorniamo a casa scemi come Steve Bu
Che per fortuna si fa ancora festa
Quando la guardo sento l'aria fresca
E ho speso il solo giga che mi resta
Per dedicarle mille volte questa

French Fries, patatine
French Fries, patatine
French Fries, patatine
Che poi cosa c'entra la Francia me lo devi dire

French Fries, patatine
French Fries, patatine
French Fries, patatine
Che poi cosa c′entra la Francia me lo devi dire

French Fries

Balcony apartments after I had dinner
Chicken Tandoori, I look at the neighborhood
Smoke rises leisurely from the courtyard
I look for Africa in the garden, I'm Celentano
I go to the pub to get some Winstons
In the background, music that I don't understand
You've made platinum records
But you're missing the meniscuses of Platini
Class counts, you can't buy it
A kilo of coke costs... Smeralda
You're only a God in Italy if you're popular
Jesus calls me and says: "Oh!, how are all you Apo-stles?"
And luckily, I could calm her down
Let's go for a ride and bring something to smoke
Chemical craving at three in the morning, maritozzi
You don't die of Love, but then Moana Pozzi
And now we share a stage,
Rustichelle, sleeping on a car,
Coma cose the new Prozac +
We go home as crazy as Steve Bu
That fortunately we still party
When I look at her I smell fresh air
And I spent the only gig I had left
To dedicate it to her a thousand times

French Fries, chips
French Fries, chips
French Fries, chips
And then what does France have to do with it, you must tell me

French Fries, chips
French Fries, chips
French Fries, chips
And then what does France have to do with it, you must tell me