Текст и перевод песни Iosonouncane - Il boogie dei piedi

Il boogie dei piedi

Ce l′ho ancora dentro al naso
Ce l'ho ancora dentro al naso
Le narici impregnate, le narici inzuppate
Quella puzza di piedi me la sento sopra il collo
Sulle mani, sulla sciarpa
Sul maglione, sul cappello

Alle poste stamattina tutti in fila dalle nove
Le bollette, il numerino
M′è salito il cappuccino
Coi biscotti ancora interi
Pan Di Stelle, molto buoni
Da sboccare sul vicino

Da sboccare sul vicino
Da guardare un po' lontano
Non sapevi cosa fare, non sapevi di che parlare
La benzina, il sagittario
I satanisti, il Santo Padre
Un'occhiatina al cellulare

Era quello lì
Era quello lì
Era quello lì
Io l′ho guardato molto bene, l′ho ascoltato molto bene
Non parlava, non sapeva una parola
Non sapeva una parola
Non sapeva una parola di italiano

Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì
Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì

Non sapeva cosa fare, a chi obbedire
Chi seguire, chi guardare
Non sapeva una parola d'italiano
Se saprei come fare te lo giuro mentre dormi
Ti brucerei l′automobile e i bambini stanotte

Era quello lì, era quello lì
Io l'ho guardato molto bene, l′ho ascoltato molto bene
Non parlava, non sapeva una parola
Non sapeva una parola
Non sapeva una parola di italiano

Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì
Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì

Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì
Era quello lì, era quello lì
Era quello lì

The Boogie of Feet

I still have it inside my nose
I still have it inside my nose
Nostrils soaked, nostrils drenched
That stinky feet smell, I feel it on my neck
On my hands, on my scarf
On my sweater, on my hat

At the post office this morning, everyone in line since nine
The bills, the little number
My cappuccino came up
With the cookies still whole
Pan Di Stelle, very good
Enough to spit on the guy next to me

Enough to spit on the guy next to me
Enough to look a little further away
You didn't know what to do, you didn't know what to talk about
Petrol, Sagittarius
Satanists, the Holy Father
A little look at your mobile phone

It was that guy
It was that guy
It was that guy
I looked at him carefully, I listened to him carefully
He didn't speak, he didn't know a word
He didn't know a word
He didn't know a word of Italian

It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy
It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy

He didn't know what to do, who to obey
Who to follow, who to look at
He didn't know a word of Italian
If I knew how to do it, I swear while you sleep
I'd burn your car and the kids tonight

It was that guy, it was that guy
I looked at him carefully, I listened to him carefully
He didn't speak, he didn't know a word
He didn't know a word
He didn't know a word of Italian

It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy
It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy

It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy
It was that guy, it was that guy
It was that guy