I wanna fly, can you take me far away?
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I’ll go so high, I’ll go so high
My feet won’t touch the ground
Just stitch my wings and pull the strings
I bought these dreams that all fall down
Roberto Baggio che aggancia e salta il portiere
Aveva quasi quarant’anni e insegnava ancora il mestiere
La differenza tra uno bravo e un fuoriclasse
Magari marchi Van Persie, non marchi Marco Van Baster
Poi la samba: Rivaldo, Ronaldinho ed Adriano
Duecento gambe Denilson, dai trenta Pernambucano
Poi Ronaldo che arriva a Milano e wow!
Li puntava tre alla volta doppio passo e ciao ciao
C’era Sheva con dietro Rui costa, Riky e Clarence
La bomba del 3-2 vi brucia come l’assenzio
Ed era bello come il 10 sulle spalle di Morfeo
Bello come Batistuta che zittisce il Bernabeu
Bello come Gianfranco Zola detto “Scatola Magica”
Ricordo il tacco al volo che fa tremare la Manica
Ed io che li guardavo e sognavo
Ero un bambino – avevo gli occhi timorati –
Che guarda i lanci del Chino e pensavo
I wanna fly, can you take me far away?
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I’ll go so high, I’ll go so high
My feet won’t touch the ground
Just stitch my wings and pull the strings
I bought these dreams that all fall down
La respinta è sui piedi di Andrea Pirlo
Gelido come il ghiaccio l’Italia che grida tira
Ma vede Grosso e lo pesca con un passaggio
Lui ci va con il piattone, sembra fuori e invece gira
Fanculo “Andiamo a Berlino”
Nessuno non fa casino, in ventuno sul motorino, yeah
Sembravamo Cassano quando protesta
O Higuita con lo scorpione coi piedi sopra la testa
Super-Zizou per la testata ci sta sul cazzo
Ma disegnava veroniche fatte con il compasso
Come Raul, anche a pagarlo non sbaglia un tiro
Mi piaceva aveva il nome del cattivo di Ken Shiro
E non capivo, Inzaghi mi sembrava il peggio
Non sa fare un palleggio, ma la butta sempre dentro
Poi ho capito, baby quando vivi è lo stesso
Se ci metti dentro il cuore vedrai che ti arriva il resto
Grazie Pippo
I wanna fly, can you take me far away?
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I’ll go so high, I’ll go so high
My feet won’t touch the ground
Just stitch my wings and pull the strings
I bought these dreams that all fall down
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Krito – Quei vibes
Toplayer Lyrics English
Wanna Fly, Can you take me far away?
Give me to Star to Reach for
Tell me What It Takes
And i’ll go ot high, i’ll go so high
My Feet WON’T TOUCH THE GROUND
Just Stitch My Wings and Pull The Strings
The Bought These Dreams That All Fall Down
Roberto Baggio that hooks and jumps the goalkeeper
He had almost forty years and still taught the trade
The difference between a good one and a champion
Maybe Van Persie brands, non-trademarks Marco Van Baster
Then the Samba: Rivaldo, Ronaldinho and Adriano
Two hundred Denilson legs, from the thirty Pernambucano
Then Ronaldo arrives in Milan and Wow!
He pointed them three to a double step and bye bye
There was Sheva with behind Rui Costa, Riky and Clarence
The 3-2 bomb burns you like absinthe
And it was as beautiful as the 10 on the shoulders of Morpheus
Handsome as a bunabeu silent blister
Nice like Gianfranco Zola called “magic box”
I remember the heel on the fly that makes the sleeve shake
And I watched them and dreamed
I was a child – I had fearless eyes –
Watching the chino launches and I thought
Wanna Fly, Can you take me far away?
Give me to Star to Reach for
Tell me What It Takes
And i’ll go ot high, i’ll go so high
My Feet WON’T TOUCH THE GROUND
Just Stitch My Wings and Pull The Strings
The Bought These Dreams That All Fall Down
The rejected is on the feet of Andrea Pirlo
Frosty like ice, Italy screaming pulls
But he sees big and fishing him with a passage
He goes there with the plate, it looks out and instead runs
f#ck “let’s go to Berlin”
No one doesn’t make casino, in twenty-one on the scooter, yeah
We looked like Cassano when it protests
Or Higuita with scorpion with feet over his head
Super-zizou for the newspaper stands on the c#ck
But he draws Veronics made with the compass
Like Raul, even to pay him no mistake a shot
I liked it to have the name of Ken Shiro’s villain
And I didn’t understand, Inzaghi seemed to me the worst
He doesn’t know how to take a ride, but he always throws it inside
Then I understand, baby when you live the same
If you put on your heart you will see that you get the rest
Thanks pippo
Wanna Fly, Can you take me far away?
Give me to Star to Reach for
Tell me What It Takes
And i’ll go ot high, i’ll go so high
My Feet WON’T TOUCH THE GROUND
Just Stitch My Wings and Pull The Strings
The Bought These Dreams That All Fall Down
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
MRB Lyrics – Toplayer