Текст и перевод песни Choclock feat. Don Patricio - Italianissimo

Italianissimo

Yea, yeah, Choclock, Broke Niños, Locoplaya
Ella ya no me llama, solo espera
En medio de la playa, entre palmeras
Sabe que llego a eso de las cinco y media
Reggaeton del viejo angelito vuela
Ella ya no me llama, solo espera
Dice que tiene novio y así no se entera
Llegaron los más suaves de BrokeLocoplaya
Pa' que te destrabes ya de la cabeza
Me pierdo entre sus curvas, Valentino Rossi
Estilo italiano, Valentino Rossi
Esto no es amor ma' pero casi
Traigo mi musicón de Benicassim
Siempre que la veo hay brocolí, ye yeah
Dice que tiene mis temas en repeat, ye yeah
Que cuando la tengo encima de mí, uh uh
Hace lo que sea por seguir, uh uh
Esto me supo a poco, yeah
Lo llego a saber y vengo antes
Te busco como busco Shoko
Como Rihanna busca su diamante
Siempre que la veo hay brocolí, ye yeah
Dice que tiene mis temas en repeat, ye yeah
Que cuando la tengo encima de mí, uh uh
Hace lo que sea por seguir, uh uh
Ella ya no me llama, solo espera
En medio de la playa, entre palmeras
Sabe que llego a eso de las cinco y media
Reggaeton del viejo angelito vuela
Ella ya no me llama, solo espera
Dice que tiene novio y así no se entera
Llegaron los más suaves de BrokeLocoplaya
Pa' que te destrabes ya de la cabeza
Yo intento ser el hombre de tu vida rota
Rota como la mía cabecita loca
Pero yo te pienso mucho vaya donde vaya
No quiero ser tu vida quiero darte otra
Que yo soy más italiano que toda tu ropa
En el centro de la charca y muévelo en la roca
Mami dime donde pongo el cuadro de la playa
Que no vengo con papaya vengo con la broca
Pregunta qué me llevo al paraíso
Qué pregunta le hace a un loco playa
Dónde voy a ir yo sin mis niños
Dónde voy a estar yo sin mi charca
Si ya tengo lo qué, jamás nunca pensé
Pero me falta usted, como un loco sin playa
Y aún me puse de pie, pero no pude ver
Tu moreno de piel y el biquini a rayas
Ella ya no me llama, solo espera
En medio de la playa, entre palmeras
Sabe que llego a eso de las cinco y media
Reggaeton del viejo angelito vuela
Ella ya no me llama, solo espera
Dice que tiene novio y así no se entera
Llegaron los más suaves de BrokeLocoplaya
Pa' que te destrabes ya de la cabeza

Italianissimo

Yea, yeah, Choclock, Broke Niños, Locoplaya
She doesn't call me anymore, she just waits
In the middle of the beach, among palm trees
She knows I arrive around five thirty
Reggaeton of the old little angel flies
She doesn't call me anymore, she just waits
She says she has a boyfriend so he won't find out
The smoothest guys from BrokeLocoplaya have arrived
So you can finally get it out of your head
I get lost in her curves, Valentino Rossi
Italian style, Valentino Rossi
This isn't love, ma', but almost
I bring my music from Benicassim
Every time I see her there's broccoli, ye yeah
She says she has my songs on repeat, ye yeah
That when I have her on top of me, uh uh
She does whatever it takes to continue, uh uh
This wasn't enough for me, yeah
If I had known, I would have come earlier
I look for you like I look for Shoko
Like Rihanna looks for her diamond
Every time I see her there's broccoli, ye yeah
She says she has my songs on repeat, ye yeah
That when I have her on top of me, uh uh
She does whatever it takes to continue, uh uh
She doesn't call me anymore, she just waits
In the middle of the beach, among palm trees
She knows I arrive around five thirty
Reggaeton of the old little angel flies
She doesn't call me anymore, she just waits
She says she has a boyfriend so he won't find out
The smoothest guys from BrokeLocoplaya have arrived
So you can finally get it out of your head
I try to be the man of your broken life
Broken like my crazy little head
But I think about you a lot wherever I go
I don't want to be your life, I want to give you another
That I'm more Italian than all your clothes
In the center of the pond and move it on the rock
Mommy tell me where I put the beach picture
That I don't come with papaya, I come with the drill
She asks what I take to paradise
What question does she ask a crazy beach
Where will I go without my children
Where will I be without my pond
If I already have what I never thought I would
But I need you, like a madman without a beach
And I still stood up, but I couldn't see
Your dark skin and the striped bikini
She doesn't call me anymore, she just waits
In the middle of the beach, among palm trees
She knows I arrive around five thirty
Reggaeton of the old little angel flies
She doesn't call me anymore, she just waits
She says she has a boyfriend so he won't find out
The smoothest guys from BrokeLocoplaya have arrived
So you can finally get it out of your head