Paroles et traduction Ntò feat. Marco Calone - Senza 'e te

Senza 'e te

Je me sentevo nu rrè
Ma senza 'e te nun so' niente
Nun te vulevo chiammà
Ma nun ci 'a faccio me manche
Je me sentevo nu rrè
Ma senza 'e te nun so' niente
Nun te vulevo chiammà
Ma nun ci 'a faccio me manche
Nun voglio ascì cu 'o Porsche e nun rispongo 'e femmene
Vogl 'e ccosce attuorn' o cuòllo ca m' astregneno
Ogni posto m'arricorda qaunno stevemo
Azzeccati ncuòllo odio 'sti telefoni
Sapè che te piace, chello ca te miette
Si vieste elegante 'a sera quanno jesce
Sento ca me chiamme ancora pare aiére
Sbadigliavo colazione dint 'o lietto
Quanno è assaje ca nun te veco
E sto ncòpp 'a tangenziale
Sabglio apposta nun te nego
Jesco sempe addò staje 'e casa
Pecchè si nu pensiero c' abbrucia
Comm 'e frate ca nun vide cchiù
Purtate 'int 'a na machina blu
Nun è maje cchiù capitato accussì
'E vetri appannati 'nt a na Q5
Nun aspettà assettata dint 'a na cucina
Dince a chillo ca staje cu na cugina
Mica nun 'e ditto maje na bucìa
Chisti sentimenti nun anna murì
Dimme sule si te manco pur' je
Me vuò dinto te staje piglianno in giro

Je me sentevo nu rrè
Ma senza 'e te nun so' niente
Nun te vulevo chiammà
Ma nun ci 'a faccio me manche
Je me sentevo nu rrè
Ma senza 'e te nun so' niente
Nun te vulevo chiammà
Ma nun ci 'a faccio me manche

Nun dicimmo chello ca vulessemo
L' ammore pare na debulezza
Nun simme abituati 'a na carezza
Pecchè nisciuno ci ha dato niente
Tranne nu giubbino antiproiettile
Tu si piccerella comme 'a 7
Ma fai male, può accidere 'o stesso
Canti quanno te spremm 'o grilletto
Picciò 'e finti guappi fujeno da te
E dint 'e tarantelle nun t' aizen 'a terra
Ratta tattà tattattà int 'o spurtiello
Vatt' a accattà n'ata borsa 'e Chanel
Na mazzetta 'e sorde dint 'o reggipetto
Ccà stanno seimila 'o chirurgo t'aspetta
L'Oran d' Hermes 'o tiene tu sule
'A femmena mia La Reina del Sur
Dince a chillu scemo si a mia e de nisciuno
'O faccio duje buchi nun 'o faccio aizà cchiù
Mantieneme 'o fierro ca simme sagliuti
Facimme duje figli 'o Signore ci aiuta
Si vuò cumannà serve 'o cunsiglio
Si è pe' tutt 'a vita damme 'o dito
Contr 'a gelusia sule nu si
Je me sentevo nu rrè
Ma senza 'e te nun so' niente
Nun te vulevo chiammà
Ma nun ci 'a faccio me manche
Je me sentevo nu rrè
Ma senza 'e te nun so' niente
Nun te vulevo chiammà
Ma nun ci 'a faccio me manche

Without You

I used to feel like a king
But without you, I am nothing
I didn't want to call you
But I can't do it, I miss you
I used to feel like a king
But without you, I am nothing
I didn't want to call you
But I can't do it, I miss you
I don't want to go out with the Porsche, and I ignore the women
I want your thighs around my neck, holding me tight
Every place reminds me of when we were together
Close together, neck to neck, I hate these phones
I know what you like, what you wear
You dress elegantly in the evening when you go out
I feel you calling me, it feels like yesterday
We were yawning, having breakfast in bed
When it's been a long time since I've seen you
And I'm on the ring road
I get lost on purpose, I won't deny it
I always go out where you are, near your house
Because you're a thought that burns
Like a brother who no longer sees
Taken away in a blue car
It's never been like this before
Fogged up windows in a Q5
Don't wait thirsty in a kitchen
Tell the one you're with that you're with a cousin
It's not like I ever told you a lie
These feelings won't die
Just tell me if you miss me too
You want me inside, you're messing around

I used to feel like a king
But without you, I am nothing
I didn't want to call you
But I can't do it, I miss you
I used to feel like a king
But without you, I am nothing
I didn't want to call you
But I can't do it, I miss you

We don't say what we want
Love seems like a weakness
We're not used to a caress
Because no one ever gave us anything
Except a bulletproof vest
You're small like a .22
But you hurt, you can still kill
You sing when you pull the trigger
That's why the fake tough guys run from you
And in the tarantella dances, they don't lift you off the ground
Rat-a-tat-tat in the glove compartment
Go buy another Chanel bag
A wad of cash in your bra
Here's six thousand, the surgeon is waiting for you
You're the only one who has the Oran sandals by Hermes
My woman, The Queen of the South
Tell that idiot you're mine and nobody else's
I'll give him two holes, he won't get up again
Keep the gun for me, we're going up
Let's have two children, the Lord will help us
If you want to command, you need advice
If it's for life, give me your finger
Against jealousy, just a "yes"
I used to feel like a king
But without you, I am nothing
I didn't want to call you
But I can't do it, I miss you
I used to feel like a king
But without you, I am nothing
I didn't want to call you
Ma nun ci 'a faccio me manche