More songs by IvanBi
Description
The nite in Catania smells of gasoline and sweat, as if the city itself had just stepped out of a boxing ring. The white walls are shining, but not from cleanliness; it's because someone repainted them for a new life. Here, business mixes with dreams, and fitness girls and fake sheiks drink from the same glasses. The music is booming, but there's more survival than fun in it, as if every line could become either a contract or a sentence. And yet, there's a strange nobility in this noise. Those who grew up among dust and heat know how to make a celebration even out of a breath. Family, honor, speed are the currencies that will never devalue. While the engine roars and smoke billows over the rooftops, someone believes again that gold can be born from gray.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Gin e vodka versati nei bicchieri, Christian e Web tra facce e lanuggeri.
Catania di notte è una tela bianca, chi tiene il pennello tinge la stanza.
È bianchino come Frank Sheeran, Scorsese l'ha scritto ma qui si fa vero.
Se firmi col sangue non cambi sentiero, tempo di Moët non più di santero.
Sei una pussy, tu non sei un cavallo, non mi fido canti come un gallo.
Non mi interessa droga, soldi, sballo, nuovo hobby, zio ora canto.
Mix di talento e business, la voglio bella sudata che fa fitness.
Magari che sta un'ora alla 38, se la musica non va facciamo un colpo.
Toast al gaglio zio con i soldi dalla chop, veniamo dalle zone dove c'è siccità.
Una pianta essiccata ci fa bere champagne, questo fumo ci consola dalla tenera età.
Tre scimmie, siamo ciechi, sordi e muti, niente fama solo money, non mi gaso per i like.
Non mi gaso per le Rossi, 800 cavallini dentro il tronco del motore.
I bambini non amore, senza emozioni, senza cuore, niente aiuto, niente errore, solo famiglia e onore.
Usciamo, faccio rumore con la musica, ma se mi rompi il cazzo ti va bene se finisci in una clinica. L'Europeana, Saint
Laurent, Gucci e Fendi, da vestiti bucati a roba trendy.
Louis Vuitton, fitta bene, anche le facce da quartiere.
Cristo mi tiene sempre fresco, ciuffo che al fiato piace alle escort.
Ora ogni passo rischio come un movimento, se va come la droga allora niente fallimento.
Ipnosi, dal sud arrivano gli investimenti, nonna pensa che mi sono dichiarato.
Tanta carta e tanti cambiamenti, ma stessi valori e stessi insegnamenti.
English translation
Gin and vodka poured into glasses, Christian and Web between faces and fluff.
Catania at night is a blank canvas, whoever holds the brush paints the room.
It's as white as Frank Sheeran, Scorsese wrote it but here it becomes real.
If you sign in blood you don't change your path, Moët's time no more than Santero's.
You're a pussy, you're not a horse, I don't trust you sing like a rooster.
I'm not interested in drugs, money, getting high, new hobby, uncle now I sing.
Mix of talent and business, I want her hot and sweaty doing fitness.
Maybe it's an hour at 38, if the music doesn't work we'll have a shot.
Toast to the brave uncle with the money from the chop, we come from areas where there is drought.
A dried plant makes us drink champagne, this smoke consoles us from an early age.
Three monkeys, we are blind, deaf and dumb, no fame just money, I don't get excited about likes.
I don't get excited about the Rossi, 800 ponies inside the trunk of the engine.
Children have no love, no emotions, no heart, no help, no mistakes, just family and honor.
Let's go out, I make noise with music, but if you piss me off you're fine if you end up in a clinic. L'Europeana, Saint
Laurent, Gucci and Fendi, from clothes with holes to trendy stuff.
Louis Vuitton, packed well, even the neighborhood faces.
Christ always keeps me fresh, a quiff that escorts like to breathe.
Now every step is a risk like a movement, if it goes like drugs then no failure.
Hypnosis, investments come from the south, grandmother thinks I have declared myself.
Lots of paper and many changes, but same values and same teachings.