Fototessera - Carl Brave, Pretty Solero
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Fototessera - Carl Brave, Pretty Solero

Год
2020
Язык
`Italian`
Длительность
178020

Below is the lyrics of the song Fototessera , artist - Carl Brave, Pretty Solero with translation

Lyrics " Fototessera "

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Fototessera

Carl Brave, Pretty Solero

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Ciavatte De Fonseca, fori c'è la bufera

La pioggia a gavettoni, oggi il sole ha fatto sega (Eh sì)

E tu mi spii le stories dal tuo profilo fake

Che c’ha zero seguaci e lo so che sei te

T’ho chiesto 'na risposta, ma c’hai la scusa pronta

E m’hai mandato in direct il meme di John Travolta

Quando siamo partiti io stavo già in rimonta

E t’ho aperto il portone e m’hai detto: «Quella è la porta»

Ed allo stesso lato di un letto mai rifatto

Ti giuro che era amore, ma poi giriamo l’iPhone

Diciamo che parliamo ma poi non ne parliamo

Ho lasciato addormentare le parole nel palato

Viaggiamo in low cost, campamo a kebab

Due maglie Lacost, mia madre di là

Cancella quel post di mill anni fa

Che poi ti ho persa che Lost era alla quarta stagione

Ti ricordi quella volta che io non mi ricordo

In quella vecchia fototessera non mi riconosco

Vederti mo mi brucia come sabbia ad agosto

Ho un’ultima parola poi solo vino rosso, rosso, rosso

Daje, famo 'sta foto

Mettila e poi taggami che poi la riposto

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

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Ciavatte De Fonseca, there is a storm

Water balloon rain, today the sun saw (Eh yeah)

And you spy on me the stories from your fake profile

That there are zero followers and I know it's you

I asked you for an answer, but you have an excuse ready

And you sent the John Travolta meme to me direct

When we left I was already on the comeback

And I opened the door to you and you said to me: "That's the door"

And on the same side of a bed that has never been made

I swear it was love, but then we turn the iPhone over

Let's say we talk but then we don't talk about it

I let the words fall asleep on my palate

We travel low cost, we camp at kebabs

Two Lacost shirts, my mother over there

Delete that post from a thousand years ago

What then I missed that Lost was in its fourth season

Do you remember the time I don't remember

I don't recognize myself in that old passport photo

Seeing you burns me like sand in August

I have a last word then only red, red, red wine

Daje, I'm taking this photo

Put it on and then tag me and then I'll put it back

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

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