Americano Lyrics – Chic Dorapa
Singer: Chic Dorapa
Title: Americano
Pietro torna indietro
Una tarantela que suena siniestro
Vayan a la escuela que llegan los maestros
Gastando la suela desde Coghlan al centro
Vinieron tus primos, no hagas quedar mal
Sentate tranquilo, no me hagas gritar
Compré cuatro kilos de queso e’ rallar
Unos bucatini vamo’ a cocinar
Mirando El Padrino hasta tu funeral
Está calentito, guarda, te quemás
La rima del siglo voy a preparar
Le puse comino y algo de azafrán
Cittanova, viernes tarde, navegando sin canoa
Por la zona, por las góndolas del viejo canal
Haceme arroba, no jodas, la corona va por Córdoba
Hasta Roma, Bajofondo, lanzo aroma sin parar
Tu estilo barroco suena Rococó
Mi estilo más loco te la colocó
Vinilos que toco te dan comezón
Manso colocón ¿O no, zonzolón?
Fingiendo que están en el modo Khaleesi
Sushi, BAFICI, jalea real
Metiéndole headshot en level easy
Música pichi de funeral
Tango, balada sentimental
Lambo, Corona, documental
Pero te falta Parigi
¿Figlio capisci? Bye…
Mastropiero, Presto Pronto
Dame las llaves del Fiat Duna
Titán noventero a la luz de luna
Sahara pistero entre duna y duna
No te creo Windgurú
Luthier de mi nave que saca espuma
Un diente de sable con cara e’ puma
Skilles hay miles dudas ninguna
Ah re que sí, ah re que sí…
Re que el cagazo me tiene en una
Lo escondo tras Martini y aceituna
Parece que sí pero no hay fortuna
No hay fortuna ni galani jalea real
No hay Lambo ni Corona ni miel ni panal
No hay nada… Todo es un cuento de hadas…
Carnada: eso es lo que sos una carnada
Fuman y jalan, cefalea parietal
Despertando cinco horas después de alucinar
Y no hay nada… Todo es un cuento de hadas
Carnada: eso es lo que sos camarada
Lima de la sal ayudanos por favor
Porque el pueblo está perdido y ya está al borde del trastorno
De la cólera de andar escupiendo bajo el sol
Consumiendo la humedad repitiendo en el soborno
No me llames más desde la cloaca visceral
El mundo es un hectopascal y el humano esta de adorno
No es que me quiera estar poniendo sentimental
Pero me estoy sintiendo mal y se que a vos te gusta el morbo
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Americano – English Translation
Pietro Indietro
A Tarrantle that sounds sinister
Go to school that teachers arrive
Spending the sole from Coghlan to the center
Your cousins came, do not make it hurt
Take peace, do not make me scream
I bought four kilos of cheese and ‘grating
Some bucatini vamo ‘to cook
Looking at the godfather to your funeral
He is warm, keep, you burn you
The rhyme of the century I’m going to prepare
I put a cumin and some saffron
Cittanova, Friday afternoon, sailing without canoe
In the area, by the gondolas of the old channel
Dome at me, do not f#ck, the crown goes for córdoba
Even Rome, Bassondo, Lanzo Aroma non-stop
Your baroque style rococo sounds
My crazy style placed you
Vinyls that touch you give it itch
Mensa Colocón Or not, Zonzolon?
Pretending that they are in Khaleesi mode
Sushi, Bafici, Royal Jelly
Metish Headshot in Level Easy
Funeral Pichi Music
Tango, Sentimental Ballad
Lambo, Crown, Documentary
But you need parigi
Figllio Capisci? Bye …
Mastropiero, Presto soon
Give me the Fiat Dune keys
Novierto Titan to moonlight
Sahara Pistere between Dune and Dune
I do not believe you Windgurú
My ship luthier pulling foam
A saber tooth with face e ‘puma
Skilles there are thousands doubts none
Ah re yes, ah re yes …
Re that the chagazo has me in a
Hidden it after Martini and olive
It seems yes but there is no fortune
There is no fortune or Galani Royal Jelly
There is no Lambo or crown or honey or honeycomb
There is nothing … everything is a fairy tale …
Badada: That’s what you’re a bait
Smoke and Jalan, Parietal headache
Waking up five hours after hallucinating
And there is nothing … everything is a fairy tale
Bait: that’s what you’re comrade
Lima de la Sal Help us please
Because the town is lost and is already on the verge of the disorder
Of anger of walking spitting under the sun
Consuming moisture repeating in the bribe
Do not call me more from the visceral sewer
The world is a hectopascal and the human is of ornament
It’s not that I want to be getting sentimental
But I’m feeling bad and I know that you like morbid
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Lyrics Chic Dorapa – Americano
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