Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Al Pacino , by - Izi. Release date: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Italian
Al Pacino(original) |
| Sono sempre stato zitto, mo do calci al petto |
| Apri 'sto fottuto orecchio |
| Scrivo barre dure come giocavo al campetto |
| Sgremo diretto dal letto |
| La fiducia è scivolata dentro quel tombino |
| Viaggio da che ero bambino |
| Ho rubato quella mela dentro il tuo giardino |
| Fumo tutta l’erba del mio vicino |
| Sempre giù in caserma da ragazzino |
| In zona, fra', c'è sempre modo per fare casino |
| Chi si serve del potere uccide il contadino |
| Gli ha servito da mangiare solo pane e vino |
| Dammi un Oscar, sono un film by Al Pacino |
| Morirò in Sicilia come un clandestino |
| Sempre qui vigile come un malandrino |
| Scappo sempre dagli sbirri come a San Firmino |
| Izeh |
| Fischia il vento, infuria la bufera |
| Scarpe rotte eppur bisogna andar |
| A conquistare la rossa primavera |
| Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir |
| Fischia il vento, infuria la bufera |
| Scarpe rotte eppur bisogna andar |
| A conquistare la rossa primavera |
| Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir |
| I done dodged so many bullets in my lifetime |
| I’m running out of lifelines |
| I’m having trouble getting sleep up in the nighttime |
| Searching through my conscience, feeling scared of what I might find |
| I ain’t in my right mind |
| We ain’t in a right time |
| Got me in a tight bind |
| Death is in the pipeline |
| Pedaling, pedaling up the hill, it’s like it’s bike time |
| Felony, felony, felony, you tryna take mine |
| Bad man pull up, bad man rob and he say he got bullets |
| Four-leaf clover to my haters, like good luck |
| You shoulda coulda woulda |
| You woulda coulda shoulda |
| You niggas ain’t fuckin' with me |
| You pay when you fuckin' with she |
| Meanwhile I’m fuckin' for free |
| And she is the world |
| And then I go fuck with your girl |
| Fischia il vento, infuria la bufera |
| Scarpe rotte eppur bisogna andar |
| A conquistare la rossa primavera |
| Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir |
| Fischia il vento, infuria la bufera |
| Scarpe rotte eppur bisogna andar |
| A conquistare la rossa primavera |
| Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir |
| (translation) |
| I have always been silent, I am kicking in the chest |
| Open the fucking ear |
| I write hard bars like I used to play on the pitch |
| Straight out of bed |
| Confidence has slipped down that manhole |
| I've been traveling since I was a child |
| I stole that apple from your garden |
| I smoke all my neighbor's grass |
| Always down in the barracks as a kid |
| In the area, between ', there is always a way to make a mess |
| Whoever uses power kills the peasant |
| He only served him bread and wine to eat |
| Give me an Oscar, I'm a film by Al Pacino |
| I will die in Sicily as an illegal immigrant |
| Always here as alert as a marauder |
| I always run away from cops like in San Firmino |
| Izeh |
| The wind whistles, the storm rages |
| Broken shoes and yet you have to go |
| To conquer the red spring |
| Where the sun of the future rises |
| The wind whistles, the storm rages |
| Broken shoes and yet you have to go |
| To conquer the red spring |
| Where the sun of the future rises |
| I done dodged so many bullets in my lifetime |
| I'm running out of lifelines |
| I'm having trouble getting sleep up in the nighttime |
| Searching through my conscience, feeling scared of what I might find |
| I ain't in my right mind |
| We ain't in a right time |
| Got me in a tight bind |
| Death is in the pipeline |
| Pedaling, pedaling up the hill, it's like it's bike time |
| Felony, felony, felony, you tryna take mine |
| Bad man pull up, bad man rob and he say he got bullets |
| Four-leaf clover to my haters, like good luck |
| You shoulda coulda woulda |
| You woulda coulda shoulda |
| You niggas ain't fuckin 'with me |
| You pay when you fuckin 'with she |
| Meanwhile I'm fuckin 'for free |
| And she is the world |
| And then I go fuck with your girl |
| The wind whistles, the storm rages |
| Broken shoes and yet you have to go |
| To conquer the red spring |
| Where the sun of the future rises |
| The wind whistles, the storm rages |
| Broken shoes and yet you have to go |
| To conquer the red spring |
| Where the sun of the future rises |