Текст и перевод песни Vale Lambo - Intro

Intro

Butteglie e russo, voglio fa ′o cafone
Me bev Napl add'o cafone
L′ultima capa comm John Gotti
Me faje e bucchin c'a maiuscola, Bugatti
'E fa vint chiammat, ce l′amma tenè stritt
Aspett nun jesce a matta
Pe mme par chiù ′o cazz pecché simme quatte iatte
E nun vennimmo 'o latte
Perciò mo si ′o vec nun 'o saccio
Pat′t nun 'o saccio
Na squadra n′gopp 'o braccio
Teng nu compleann, nun me ricordo l'anno
Aspetto a fine e maggio, m′aggia accattà tutt panni

Ammore mi ma che ne saje, che ne saje, che ne saje, che ne saje
Vuo parlà ma che ne saje
Battene e man e fujeno tutt e palumm
Me mannano si song ′e loc, a Roma song 'e loc
Vai a Milan tutt ′e parient song 'e loro (tutt quant)
Giro l′Italia, a storia stev loc, l'oro stev loc, o cartiell stev loc
Messicano Messicano Messicano
Battene e man e fujeno tutt e palumm

Addo stong ′e casa nun pavano 'e bollette
'E strade vann a incrocio, pareno ′e spaghett
Vas mmocc ′o musso bast che nun tien 'o ciaccio
Aropp ′e spar vir 'e buchi, me pare ′o furmaggio
Sta pure 'o sorriso ′e chi vo ghì annanz
Fatica tutt 'e juorne, porta 'o pane a casa
Mo scenn a Mergellin, piazza Plebiscito o Dante
Me meraviglio, ′e fatt ′a panza
Te vir chiù Al Pacino, chiù e Robert De Niro
Tip all'antica Chevrolet
Veco l′Atlantico e pareo
Nu poco d'evera e acconcio tutt ′e pensieri

Ammore mi ma che ne saje, che ne saje, che ne saje, che ne saje
Vuo parlà ma nun me saje
Battene e man e fujeno tutt e palumm
Me mannano si song 'e loc, a Roma song ′e loc
Vai a Milan tutt 'e parient song 'e loro (tutt quant)
Giro l′Italia, a storia stev loc, l′oro stev loc, o cartiell stev loc
Messicano Messicano Messicano
Battene e man e fujeno tutt e palumm

Intro

Bottles and vodka, I want to act like a buffoon
I'm going to drink in Naples like a buffoon
The last boss like John Gotti
You make me spell Bugatti with a capital letter, Bugatti
Twenty missed calls, don't let the phone out of your sight
Wait, don't go crazy
To me it sounds more like a joke because we're four pussycats
And we're not selling milk
So now if you don't know it, I don't know it
I don't know a thing
A team on my arm
I have a birthday, I can't remember the year
I'll wait until the end of May, I have to buy all the clothes

Honey, what do you know about it?
You want to talk about it, but what do you know about it?
Clap your hands and all the pigeons fly away
They send me away if they're crazy, in Rome they're crazy
Go to Milan, all the relatives are theirs (all of them)
I travel around Italy, the story was crazy, the gold was crazy, the cartell was crazy
Mexican, Mexican, Mexican
Clap your hands and all the pigeons fly away

Where I live, they don't pay the bills
The streets go in a cross, they look like spaghetti
Go punch him, if he doesn't have the money
After the shooting, you see the holes, it looks like Swiss cheese
There is also the smile of those who want to move forward
They work all day, bringing bread home
Now I'm going down to Mergellina, Piazza Plebiscito or Dante
I'm amazed, as they eat and drink
You look more like Al Pacino, more like Robert De Niro
Antique Chevrolet
I see the Atlantic and I look
A little something real and it fixes all the thoughts

Honey, what do you know about it?
You want to talk about it, but what do you know about it?
Clap your hands and all the pigeons fly away
They send me away if they're crazy, in Rome they're crazy
Go to Milan, all the relatives are theirs (all of them)
I travel around Italy, the story was crazy, the gold was crazy, the cartel was crazy
Mexican, Mexican, Mexican
Clap your hands and all the pigeons fly away