Текст и перевод песни Lo Stato Sociale feat. CIMINI & Simon Says! - F*****g Primavera (ALBI #3)

F*****g Primavera (ALBI #3)

Quante volte ho sentito dire
"Ti amo, sei tutto per me"
Quasi mai
Quante volte abbiamo cantato
Vecchie canzoni, vino bianco e fiori
Nuovi amori, vecchi errori
Va sempre così
Quante volte siamo stati bene
A ballare dentro a un bicchiere
Affogare le prospettive
E chiederci: "Dove si va?"

E c'eri tu
Altro che buoni propositi
Fucking primavera
Fucking primavera
Fucking primavera
C'eri tu
Altro che buoni propositi
Fucking primavera
C'eri tu

(Albi, di cosa parla questa canzone? Me lo puoi dire, per favore?)

Ti piace quando volano le gonne
E sembrano giovani anche le nonne (La capisco molto)
Io piango per il polline
O perché sono un ragazzo sensibile (Capita anche a me)
Poi mi sveglio dal letargo
Ho fatto un sogno ma non lo ricordo
E c'era un treno che partiva in orario
Eh, ma non era il mio

Fucking primavera
Fucking primavera
Fucking primavera
C'eri tu
Altro che buoni propositi
Fucking primavera (E c'eri tu)
C'eri tu (E c'eri tu)

(Ah, e tocca a me ora)

Un inverno da solo in casa
Un'estate a sudare al mare
Un autunno chiuso in un ufficio
A lavorare, a sognare, sognare, sognare
Non era neanche male
Ma era meglio il demo
È sempre meglio il demo

Fucking primavera (Inizio a capire il senso della canzone)
Fucking primavera
Fucking primavera (Ci sarebbero anche dei buoni propositi)
C'eri tu
Altro che buoni propositi (Ah, no, non ce ne sono, è vero)
Fucking primavera
C'eri tu, c'eri tu, c'eri tu (Poi vorrei capire anche un po' di cose)
C'eri tu (A riguardo però)
Fucking primavera (Ancora?)
Fucking primavera
C'eri tu
Altro che buoni propositi
Altro che buoni propositi (Altro che buoni propositi)
C'eri tu
Fucking primavera (E c'eri tu)
C'eri tu, c'eri tu, c'eri tu
(Albi, come stavi quando hai scritto 'sta canzone?)
C'eri tu, c'eri tu, c'eri tu, c'eri tu (Okay, okay, okay)

Fucking, fucking primavera
Fucking, fucking, fucking
Fucking, fucking, fucking primavera
Fucking, fucking, fucking
Fucking, fucking, fucking primavera
Fucking, fucking, fucking
Fucking, fucking, fucking primavera

Fucking Spring (ALBI #3)

How many times have I heard you say
"I love you, you're everything to me"
Almost never
How many times have we sung
Old songs, white wine and flowers
New loves, old mistakes
It always goes like this
How many times have we felt good
Dancing inside a glass
Drowning our prospects
And asking ourselves: "Where are we going?"

And you were there
Forget about good intentions
Fucking spring
Fucking spring
Fucking spring
You were there
Forget about good intentions
Fucking spring
You were there

(Albi, what is this song about? Can you tell me, please?)

You like it when skirts fly
And even grandmas look young (I understand that a lot)
I cry because of the pollen
Or because I'm a sensitive guy (It happens to me too)
Then I wake up from hibernation
I had a dream but I don't remember it
And there was a train leaving on time
Eh, but it wasn't mine

Fucking spring
Fucking spring
Fucking spring
You were there
Forget about good intentions
Fucking spring (And you were there)
You were there (And you were there)

(Ah, it's my turn now)

A winter alone at home
A summer sweating at the beach
An autumn closed in an office
Working, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
It wasn't even that bad
But the demo was better
The demo is always better

Fucking spring (I'm starting to understand the meaning of the song)
Fucking spring
Fucking spring (There would also be some good intentions)
You were there
Forget about good intentions (Ah, no, there aren't any, it's true)
Fucking spring
You were there, you were there, you were there (Then I would also like to understand a few things)
You were there (About it though)
Fucking spring (Again?)
Fucking spring
You were there
Forget about good intentions
Forget about good intentions (Forget about good intentions)
You were there
Fucking spring (And you were there)
You were there, you were there, you were there
(Albi, how were you when you wrote this song?)
You were there, you were there, you were there, you were there (Okay, okay, okay)

Fucking, fucking spring
Fucking, fucking, fucking
Fucking, fucking, fucking spring
Fucking, fucking, fucking
Fucking, fucking, fucking spring
Fucking, fucking, fucking
Fucking, fucking, fucking spring