Lyrics of French Fries - Coma_Cose

French Fries - Coma_Cose
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Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: Italian

French Fries

(original)
Case di ringhiera dopo che ho cenato
Pollo Tandoori, guardo il vicinato
Dal cortile sale il fumo piano
Cerco l’Africa in giardino sono Celentano
Scendo al bar a prendere le Winston
In sottofondo musica che non capisco
Avete fatto i dischi platini
Ma vi mancano i menischi di Platini
La classe conta, non puoi comprarla
Un chilo di coca costa… Smeralda
In Italia sei un Dio solo se spopoli
Gesù mi chiama e dice: «Oh!, tutto Aposto-li?»
E per fortuna lei mi sa calmare
Andiamo a fare un giro e porta da fumare
Fame chimica da tre di notte maritozzi
D’amore non si muore sì ma allora Moana Pozzi?!?
Così ora condividiamo un palco
Le rustichelle, dormire sopra un’auto
Coma_Cose nuovi Prozac+
Ritorniamo a casa scemi come Steve Bu'
Che per fortuna si fa ancora festa
Quando la guardo sento l’aria fresca
E ho speso il solo giga che mi resta
Per dedicarle mille volte questa
French Fries, patatine
French Fries, patatine
French Fries, patatine
Che poi cosa c’entra la Francia me lo devi dire
(translation)
Railing houses after I had dinner
Tandoori chicken, I look at the neighborhood
The smoke rises slowly from the courtyard
I'm looking for Africa in the garden, I'm Celentano
I go down to the bar to get the Winstons
In the background music that I don't understand
You made the platinum discs
But you are missing Platini's menisci
Class matters, you can't buy it
A kilo of coca costs… Smeralda
In Italy you are a God only if you are depopulated
Jesus calls me and says: "Oh! All Aposti-li?"
And luckily she can calm me down
Let's go for a ride and bring a smoke
Chemical starvation from three in the morning
You don't die of love, yes, but then Moana Pozzi?!?
So now we share a stage
Le rustichelle, sleeping in a car
Coma_Things new Prozac +
Let's go home fools like Steve Bu '
Which fortunately is still partying
When I look at it, I feel the fresh air
And I spent the only gig I have left
To dedicate this to her a thousand times
French Fries, crisps
French Fries, crisps
French Fries, crisps
You have to tell me what France has to do with it
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Artist lyrics: Coma_Cose