Santo stefano - Diego Perrone, Caparezza

Diego Perrone:

Cosa mi conviene per non stare bene

Cospargermi di miele e arrovellare al sole

Oppure andare in quel locale dove mi prendo male

Non è proprio un piacere?

La musica è famigliare

Il disco io lo conosco

Sono io che non sono al posto giusto

Il disco che preferisco

Scusa tipo ma non lo riconosco

Me ne voglio andare, finisco il bicchiere

Ti capisco a stento televisore spento

Poi me la sono presa con uno che non voleva capire

Che facevo la coda al bagno perché dovevo solo pisciare

Caparezza:

Qui non è serata

La mia amica tesserata

Ha freddo ma suda

Come se, avesse l’afa

Ho fari negli occhi

Mi scogliono come Farinelli

O chi per lui.

C'è il dj e lei ha occhi per lui che.

«Walk this way, beat it

Smells like teen spirit

Enola gay, chop suey

I got a feeling

.smack my beach up

You spin me round

Let me take you to

Funky town»

Resto apatico

Pure su «Could you be loved»

Riverso sul bancone

Come Barney al bar di Boe

Riconosco il disco ma lo disconosco

«Discow Moskow»

Dopo leggo Dostojeski nei cessi del posto

Gira bonza in borse

Di tipe fatte e sbronze

Alte belle basse stronze

«harder better faster stronger»

Boom shaka laka

Qua già dilaga il virus

Di «personal Jesus»

Meglio un personal chilum

Diego Perrone:

What is better for me not to feel good

Sprinkle myself with honey and roam in the sun

Or go to that place where I get sick

Isn't it really a pleasure?

Music is familiar

I know the record

It is I who am not in the right place

My favorite record

Sorry, but I don't recognize him

I want to go, I finish the glass

I can hardly understand the TV turned off

Then I took it out on someone who didn't want to understand

That I was queuing at the bathroom because I just had to piss

Caparezza:

It is not evening here

My friend card

She is cold but sweats

As if she had the heat

I have headlights in my eyes

They take me down like Farinelli

Or who for him.

There is the DJ and she has eyes for him that.

"Walk this way, beat it

Smells like Teen Spirit

Enola gay, chop suey

I got a feeling

.smack my beach up

You spin me round

Let me take you to

Funky town "

I remain apathetic

Also on "Could you be loved"

Reverse on the counter

Like Barney in Boe's bar

I recognize the record but I disown it

"Discow Moskow"

After I read Dostojeski in the local toilets

Turn bonza in bags

Of girls high and drunk

Tall beautiful short bitches

"Harder better faster stronger"

Boom shaka laka

Here the virus is already spreading

By "personal Jesus"

Better a personal chilum