Lyrics of Alcott Zara Bershka - Baby Gang

Alcott Zara Bershka (original)

Alcott Zara Bershka rubavamo i vestiti
Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini
Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini
Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti
Alcott Zara Bershka rubavamo i vestiti
Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini
Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini
Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti
Eravamo vestiti bene nella testa fino ai piedi
A me fra non mi stava bene e io non avevo, dovevi
E non é colpa di mamma, frero
Se sono nato una testa calda, eh-oh
Cresciuto in casa famiglia, immagina che meraviglia
In mezzo a assistenti sociali mi hanno levato dalla mia famiglia
E dimmi frate come mai, frero
Baby di notte si non dorme mai, eh-oh
Sto sveglio coi demoni a parla-re di mura
Come fa-re i money senza entrare a San Vittore
Sai perché sopra le popo rischiano le manette
Sotto le popo giocano ladri guardie
Solo che crescono ladri ma non guardie
Alcott Zara Bershka rubavamo i vestiti
Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini
Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini
Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti
Scarpe bucate, tasche come le mie scarpe
Vestiti bucati, pochi conoscono l’arte
Versace, Versace, l’arte mettila da parte
Amici, amici, amici solo le mie tasche
Ora amigo adio, mh
Prima rubavamo nei negozi i vestiti
Perché volevamo essere come tutti i bambini
Ora tutti vogliono essere come i bimbi, i suoi amici
Ma non lo potete essere non senti-

(translation)

Alcott Zara Bershka used to steal clothes
With anti-theft left in the dressing rooms
It was tiki taka, the Africans and the North Africans
We were all poor but we were well dressed
Alcott Zara Bershka used to steal clothes
With anti-theft left in the dressing rooms
It was tiki taka, the Africans and the North Africans
We were all poor but we were well dressed
We were dressed well from head to toe
Between me it didn't fit me well and I didn't have it, you had to
And it's not Mom's fault, frero
If I was born a hothead, eh-oh
Growing up in the family home, imagine how wonderful
In the midst of social workers they took me out of my family
And tell me brother why, frero
Baby at night you never sleep, eh-oh
I am awake with the demons talking about walls
How to make money without entering San Vittore
You know why over the popos risk handcuffs
Under the popos, thieves and guards play
Only thieves grow up but not guards
Alcott Zara Bershka used to steal clothes
With anti-theft left in the dressing rooms
It was tiki taka, the Africans and the North Africans
We were all poor but we were well dressed
Shoes with holes, pockets like my shoes
Clothes with holes in them, few know the art
Versace, Versace, put art aside
Friends, friends, friends only my pockets
Now amigo adio, mh
We used to steal clothes from stores
Because we wanted to be like all children
Now everyone wants to be like children, his friends
But you can't be not feeling-