Текст и перевод песни RUMATERA - Penoti

Penoti

I covertoni che corre sull'asfalto caldo
Un'istà da restare balbo
Molestia pa tutti i cantoni
Sucati che salta bandoni e figoni
Hotel, agriturismi o dormire sui palchi
Semo stai in America tra coyoti e falchi
Go visto un million de sorrisi
Che manda a remengo anca ea crisi

Tornando verso casa vardo fora dal finestrin
Me rivedo co voevo deventare cussì

Quando canto na canson insieme ai tosi de campagna
Quando esse fora el soe e me batte soa musagna
Coi tosati quando so pien de goti
A mi me vien i penoti

So cressuo tra na sega e na sbornia
Maegrassie coi amighi, el punk rock dea California
Paltan e panocie
Ai tempi in cui se dava ancora tangare ai bocie
Musatti, tompegane, eh
Festini abusivi fumando robe strane
Limonate dure come el marmo de carrara
A calche dolgissima, a calche leamara

E ancora desso quando stago via de casa
Pa inseguire un sogno asfaltare a me strada
Prima de sarare i oci penso
Ai consigli del nono Renso

Quando canto na canson insieme ai tosi de campagna
Quando esse fora el soe e me batte soa musagna
Coi tosati quando so pien de goti
A mi me vien i penoti

Quando canto na canson insieme ai tosi de campagna
Quando esse fora el soe e me batte soa musagna
Coi tosati quando so pien de goti
A mi me vien i penoti

Co tornemo in furgon devastai da un concerto
Con l'hardcore a baeton e col finestrino verto
Quando e tose voe farme i sofegoti
A mi me vien i penoti

Penoti

Road rash on the hot tarmac
A summer to make you speechless
Heat in every corner
Sweaty bodies hopping bandstands and bars
Hotels, farm stays, or sleeping on stage
We're American outlaws among coyotes and hawks
I've seen a million smiles
That make the crisis go away

Heading home, I stare out the window
I see myself as a boy, dreaming of this life

When I sing a song with the country boys
When I'm outside in the sun, feeling its rays
With my friends, drunk and carefree
I get the feels

I grew up between beer and weed
Hangovers with friends, punk rock from California
Cigarettes and joints
Back when kids still got pocket money
Punk shows, fights, yeah
Raves with strangers, smoking strange things
Hard kisses like Carrara marble
Some sweet, some bitter

And now, when I'm away from home
Chasing a dream, paving my own road
Before I close my eyes, I think
Of my grandfather Renso's advice

When I sing a song with the country boys
When I'm outside in the sun, feeling its rays
With my friends, drunk and carefree
I get the feels

When I sing a song with the country boys
When I'm outside in the sun, feeling its rays
With my friends, drunk and carefree
I get the feels

When we head back to the van, wrecked from a show
Hardcore blasting, windows down
When the girls want to get cozy
I get the feels