Alice in città - Tre Allegri Ragazzi Morti

Miscellaneous

Alice In Città

Tutta Bologna si gira a guardarla

Per le gambe nude che ha

Porta solo gonne da bambina

E in tasca i soldi di papà

Vive leggero come una farfallina

Fra le barbe di Bologna

Qualcuno vorrebbe farne una rock’n roll star

(Ma a lavorare Alice non ci pensa!)

Alice non lo sa

Ma vuole tutto adesso

Alice non lo sa

Ma vuole tutto…

E ha finito i soldi di papà,

Mi costa come una Ferrari,

Coi suoi vizi da bambina,

Gonne corte, Fanta e Cocaina

Coi suoi vizi da bambina,

Gonne corte, Fanta e Coca

Alice non lo sa

Ma vuole tutto adesso

Alice non lo sa

Ma vuole tutto…

E quando incontra gli occhi giusti

E ti accorgi che sono i tuoi

Alice si fa piccola piccola

Entra nel letto e nei sogni tuoi

Ti dice che sei l’uomo meglio del mondo

E che senza di te non ci sta

Ma la mattina che la festa è finita

Sei solo a letto, Alice è già partita.

Alice non lo sa

Ma vuole tutto adesso

Alice non lo sa

Ma vuole tutto…

Nata 1976

Morto 1996

Tutta Bologna si gira a guardarla

Per le gambe nude che ha

Porta solo gonne da bambina

E in tasca i soldi di papà

Vive leggero come una farfallina

Fra le barbe di Bologna

Qualcuno vorrebbe farne una rock’n roll star

(Ma a lavorare Alice non ci pensa!)

Miscellaneous

Alice In Town

All of Bologna turns to look at it

For the bare legs she has

She only wears girls' skirts

And dad's money in his pocket

He lives as light as a butterfly

Among the beards of Bologna

Someone would like to make him a rock'n roll star

(But Alice doesn't think about working!)

Alice doesn't know

But she wants it all now

Alice doesn't know

But she wants it all ...

And she ran out of daddy's money,

She costs me like a Ferrari,

With the vices of her as a child,

Short skirts, Fanta and Cocaine

With the vices of her as a child,

Short skirts, Fanta and Coca

Alice doesn't know

But she wants it all now

Alice doesn't know

But she wants it all ...

And when she meets the right eyes

And you realize that they are yours

Alice gets small, baby

She gets into bed and into your dreams

She tells you that you are the best man in the world

And that doesn't fit without you

But the morning the party is over

You're alone in bed, Alice has already left.

Alice doesn't know

But she wants it all now

Alice doesn't know

But she wants it all ...

Born 1976

Died 1996

All of Bologna turns to look at it

For the bare legs she has

She only wears girls' skirts

And dad's money in his pocket

He lives as light as a butterfly

Among the beards of Bologna

Someone would like to make him a rock'n roll star

(But Alice doesn't think about working!)