Ora che tu me l’hai portata via
Pensare più a te che a voi
È un pessimo segnale
Ora che tu me l’hai portata via
Posso essere molto più bello
E riuscirvi a assomigliare
Ah se fossi te
Fossi un santo
Come minimo avrei da fare i cazzi miei
Che fastidio
I miracoli accatastati a casa mia
Fossi ricco
Pagherei due milioni le chiavi di casa sua
Fossi un fascio
Di sicuro mi ammazzerei, mi ammazzerei
Ora che tu me l’hai portata via
Che palle che siete perfetti
Perché no
Fossi un santo
Come minimo avrei da fare i cazzi miei
Che fastidio
I miracoli accatastati a casa mia
Fossi ricco
Pagherei due milioni le chiavi di casa sua
Fossi un fascio
Di sicuro mi ammazzerei, mi ammazzerei
Hanno trovato in un pozzo
I resti di un angelo morto un weekend
Mentre cercava conforto
Su una scarpiera in offerta all’IKEA
Hanno trovato in un pozzo
I resti di un angelo morto un weekend
Mentre cercava conforto
Su una scarpiera in offerta all’IKEA
Fossi un santo
Come minimo avrei da fare i cazzi miei
Che fastidio
I miracoli accatastati a casa mia
Fossi ricco
Pagherei due milioni le chiavi di casa sua
Fossi un fascio
Di sicuro mi ammazzerei, mi ammazzerei
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Lodi – Voci
G ISSA – DOPE
UN SANTO, UN RICCO, UN FASCIO Lyrics English
Now that you took it away away
Think more than you
It is a bad signal
Now that you took it away away
I can be much more beautiful
And succeed in resembling
Ah if I were you
I were a saint
How to Minimum I would have to do my cocks
Annoyance
The miracles stacked at my house
I was rich
I would pay two million the keys at home
I were a beam
I would certainly kill myself, I would kill me
Now that you took it away away
What balls you are perfect
Why not
I were a saint
How to Minimum I would have to do my cocks
Annoyance
The miracles stacked at my house
I was rich
I would pay two million the keys at home
I were a beam
I would certainly kill myself, I would kill me
They found in a well
The remains of an angel died a weekend
While he sought comfort
On a shoe rack on offer at Ikea
They found in a well
The remains of an angel died a weekend
While he looked for comfort
On a shoe rack on offer at Ikea
I were a saint
How to Minimum I would have to do my cocks
Annoyance
The miracles stacked at my house
I was rich
I would pay two million the keys at home
I were a beam
I would certainly kill myself, I would kill me
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Le Endrigo Lyrics – UN SANTO, UN RICCO, UN FASCIO