Paroles et traduction LIAM - Morena

Morena

Duecento
L′ importo
Del tuo vestito rosso
Chissà se lo indosserai
Ay ay ay ay
Ma chi ti sta a pagare
Ogni weekend al sole, no
Dai dimmelo dimmelo
Ancora
Morena Morena
Ed il caldo batte già sulla schiena
Vieni con me Morena
Ye ye ye
Morena Morena
Che il vestito rosso addosso ti dona
Muoviti eh, ye
Morena Morena
Ye ye ye
E intanto distratta
Ti appoggi alla mia giacca
Mi chiedi se vorrei mai
Ay ay ay ay
Lo sa che sto per andarmene
Ma lei mi fa di fregarmene e no
Dai dimmelo dimmelo
Ancora
Morena Morena
Ed il caldo batte già sulla schiena
Vieni con me Morena
Ye ye ye
Morena Morena
Che il vestito rosso addosso ti dona
Muoviti eh, ye
Morena Morena
Ye ye ye
Dove sta il DJ?
La musica non è mai troppo forte
Con in corpo due Grey Goose, hey
Non bastavano i soldi
Per essere coinvolti
Sempre al centro
E spendere le vendite del pa'
Per vivere di rendita per sempre ma
Per dirla in realtá
La bella vita ce l′ha chi la merita
Forse
Morena Morena ye ye
Morena Morena
Ed il caldo batte già sulla schiena
Vieni con me Morena
Ye ye ye
Morena Morena
Che il vestito rosso addosso ti dona
Muoviti eh, ye
Morena Morena
Ye ye ye

Brunette

Two hundred
The cost
Of your red dress
Who knows if you'll ever wear it
Ay ay ay ay
But who pays for you
Every weekend in the sun
Come on tell me, tell me
Again
Brunette, Brunette
And the heat is already pounding down on my back
Come with me Brunette
Ye ye ye
Brunette, Brunette
That red dress suits you so well
Come on, ye
Brunette, Brunette
Ye ye ye
Meanwhile, distracted
You lean against my jacket
You ask me if I would ever
Ay ay ay ay
She knows that I'm about to go
But she makes me not care, no
Come on tell me, tell me
Again
Brunette, Brunette
And the heat is already pounding down on my back
Come with me Brunette
Ye ye ye
Brunette, Brunette
That red dress suits you so well
Come on, ye
Brunette, Brunette
Ye ye ye
Where's the DJ?
The music is never too loud
With two Grey Geese inside me, hey
The money wasn't enough
To be involved
Always at the center
And spending your dad's sales
To live off interest forever, but
To tell the truth
The good life belongs to those who deserve it
Perhaps
Brunette Brunette ye ye
Brunette Brunette
And the heat is already pounding down on my back
Come with me Brunette
Ye ye ye
Brunette Brunette
That red dress suits you so well
Come on, ye
Brunette Brunette
Ye ye ye