Dove ho sbagliato - Checco Zalone

Passo a rallentatore questa nostra soria d’amore

Piango e resto senza fiato

Dove ho sbagliato… dove ho sbagliato

Passo a rallentatore questa nostra soria d’amore

Piango e resto senza fiato

Dove ho sbagliato… dove ho sbagliato

Faccio mente locale

Se ti ho fatto mai del male

Se le ali ti ho mai tappato

Dove ho sbagliato… dove ho sbagliato

Ti facevo stirare, ti facevo lavare

Dico ti ho mai vietato di fare un bucato

Dove ho sbagliato… dove ho sbagliato

Era tua la letizia di gettar l’immondizia

Tua è l’immensa emozione fare il cambio stagione

Che senso avrà questo sole al tramonto

Se torno a casa e non trovo pronto

Che senso avrà la rugiada al mattino

Senza mutande dentro al comodino

Che senso avrà quella mia lavatrice

Senza di lei che ritira le robbe

E le stende felice

Forse ho sbagliato a comprartelo il Bimby

Eri gelosa ho capito mia bamby

Forse ti ha offeso la lavastoviglie

Tu con le mani fai più meraviglie

Forse ho sbagliato se non ti ho mai detto

Che per me c’era un unico oggetto

E quello eri te.

te…te

I pass this love story of ours in slow motion

I cry and take my breath away

Where did I go wrong ... where did I go wrong

I pass this love story of ours in slow motion

I cry and take my breath away

Where did I go wrong ... where did I go wrong

I do local mind

If I've ever hurt you

If the wings have I ever plugged you

Where did I go wrong ... where did I go wrong

I made you iron, I made you wash

I say I never forbade you from doing laundry

Where did I go wrong ... where did I go wrong

The joy of throwing out the garbage was yours

Yours is the immense emotion making the change of season

What sense will this setting sun have

If I come home and I am not ready

What sense will the dew have in the morning

Without panties inside the bedside table

What's the point of that washing machine of mine

Without her picking up the robes

And she spreads them out happy

Maybe I was wrong to buy the Thermomix

You were jealous I understood my bamby

Maybe she offended the dishwasher

You do more wonders with your hands

Maybe I was wrong if I never told you

That for me there was only one object

And that was you.

you… you