DOPO LE 4 English Translation Lyrics by Tony Effe
I felt strange once
I liked you too much and didn’t fuck you the first time
When you finished, you had the red IQOS
Me from Genoa with the dirty Air Force
When they ask me what the story has become
I sing in their face the songs of the stands
Beautiful the black, the blonde, the Asian, the Slavic
But the favorite palette is the Mediterranean, hey
I have the faces to answer you again
To keep you again I should be an executioner
I hate red lipstick because it sticks to me
We don’t make it to the bed, we do it in the living room
I spit in your face just to spice up the sex
I call you “whore” just because you asked me to
I drool your makeup, you’re better off without it
You only like it when I get violent
Only at night do we understand each other
Don’t scream or they’ll arrest me
After 4, I love you
After 10, I forget
After 10, I forget who we are
I wake up in a hotel with a blonde from Milan
I don’t want a model, I want a street girl
Fuck you, your heels, and your Prada bags
And I would do anything to have her
You would stay with me even against a storm
And I know you’d send letters if I go to jail
You make me nervous because you’re too beautiful
I like women, skinny, round
Those from the Middle East, brunettes, blondes
Those well-dressed, good but dirty
Faithful, but also a slut who beats me up
I spit in your face just to spice up the sex
I call you “whore” just because you asked me to
I drool your makeup, you’re better off without it
You only like it when I get violent
Only at night do we understand each other
Don’t scream or they’ll arrest me
After 4, I love you
After 10, I forget
I want her dark, blonde, red, whether she’s good or naughty and cultured
But I go crazy when she’s a bitch
I roam downtown, catch Eastern European chicks
Models so tall, I take off to fuck them
I go out for Lebanese eyes
Mulattoes, milk white, chocolates, Chinese
The crazy ones, a little messed up with the father who doesn’t call
The good ones, graduates, the stylists of NABA
And she acts like a Catholic, but she doesn’t seem holy to me
Equilateral triangle with Jessica and Alessandra
Gymnasts with complex positions
Waitresses, orders, controversial with perverse temptations
I spit in your face just to spice up the sex
I call you “whore” just because you asked me to
I drool your makeup, you’re better off without it
You only like it when I get violent
Only at night do we understand each other
Don’t scream or they’ll arrest me
After 4, I love you
After 10, I forget