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Description
It's rumbling somewhere between Milan and Miami, noisy, smelling of gasoline and perfume, the glass of shop windows and gold chains are sparkling in the sun. The music laughs like a friend who always overdoes it a little, but it's boring without him. Each bit is like a tap on the hood of a Bugatti, a promise of morning madness and evening peace in the arms of strangers. Meaning isn't sought here, just rhythm, speed, and heat. And when the sun rises, someone is already driving toward the new day, drunk on adrenaline and Latin chords. Everything revolves around a simple desire, like an engine idling: to live beautifully, love loudly, spend quickly.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Por la mañana, yo te veré. Si tú me dejas, yo te amaré.
Por la mañana, yo te veré.
Si tú me dejas, yo te amaré. Dale mambo.
El Alfa.
Omega.
Al la frente.
Criminal, ma ora che passo nella radio, criminal, entro a Milano in ogni barrio, criminal, come un ultras entro allo stadio, criminal, ma la cabeza mi fa: eh.
Fai mucho dinero, in ogni maniera, a me basta che, quello che io quiero, ecco questa sera, siamo io e te.
Fai mucho dinero, in ogni maniera, a me basta che, quello che io quiero, ecco questa sera, siamo io e te.
-Por la mañana. -Simba.
-Yo te veré. -Samba.
-Si tú me dejas. -Zumba.
-Yo te amaré. -Simba.
-Por la mañana. -Samba.
-Yo te veré. -Zumba.
-Si tú me dejas. -Samba.
Yo te amaré. Mami, tú me tienes asfixiado.
Mami, tú me tienes desesperado. Mami, tú me tienes alocado.
Mami, tú me tienes -desesperado.
-Mi ha detto: "Baby, baila", le ho detto: "Baby, willi". Sono in Passamontagna, pero' non è che ammiri. Io voglio una
Bugatti, non più una Lamborghini.
Così alzo la musica, metto turbo sgaso in chili. Non è che sto a Miami, mi trovo a Bar Milano.
Se non ci credi chiedi lo clip real italiano.
La vita mia sta andando a puttane come Sandra, Alessandra, Valentina e Samantha, Caterina e Amanda, cocaina, Coca-Fanta, gasolina, Casablanca, bis-bis daltan sangha-sangha, bis-bis ciap-ciap dall'Olanda, tic-tac, tic-tac con la banda, anni Settanta, anni Ottanta, su un quattro per quattro Panda, bang.
-Por la mañana. -Simba.
-Yo te veré. -Samba.
-Si tú me dejas. -Zumba.
-Yo te amaré. -Simba.
-Por la mañana. -Samba.
-Yo te veré. -Zumba.
-Si tú me dejas. -Samba.
Yo te amaré.
Uh!
Ah!
Party Miami, el dominicano, en esta vuelta bajé con dos italianos, el control de la calle, lo que estoy bacano, saca la Glock che yo tengo mi grano.
To' la vanidades que tú quieres, yo la tengo, guatilambo, Lamborghini no vendo.
To' la vanidades que tú quieres, yo la tengo, guatilambo, Lamborghini no vendo.
El que no tiene puerto no se da mujeres duras, nunca te pica por tener otra costura.
Yo te quiero dar, te lo quiero dejar roto, te lo digo en italiano cinquantotto-otto.
Baby gang,
El Alfa.
Oh.
-Por la mañana. -Simba.
-Yo te veré. -Samba.
-Si tú me dejas. -Zumba.
-Yo te amaré. -Simba.
-Por la mañana. -Samba.
-Yo te veré. -Zumba.
-Si tú me dejas. -Samba.
Yo te amaré.
English translation
Por la morna, yo te veré. If you leave me, I will love you.
Por la morna, yo te veré.
If you leave me, I will love you. Dale mambo.
El Alfa.
Omega.
In the front.
Criminal, but now that I'm on the radio, criminal, I enter every barrio in Milan, criminal, like an ultras I enter the stadium, criminal, but the cabeza says to me: eh.
You make a lot of money, in any way, it's enough for me that what I want, here this evening, is you and me.
You make a lot of money, in any way, it's enough for me that what I want, here this evening, is you and me.
-For the morning. -Simba.
-Yo te truth. -Samba.
-Si tu me dejas. -Zumba.
-Yo te amaré. -Simba.
-For the morning. -Samba.
-Yo te truth. -Zumba.
-Si tu me dejas. -Samba.
Yo te amaré. Mami, you keep me asphyxiated.
Mami, you keep me desperado. Mami, you keep me alocado.
Mami, you keep me desperate.
-She told me: "Baby, baila", I told her: "Baby, willi". I'm in a balaclava, but it's not that you admire. I want one
Bugatti, no longer a Lamborghini.
So I turn up the music, I turn on turbo and I gas in kilos. It's not that I'm in Miami, I'm in Bar Milano.
If you don't believe it, ask for the real Italian clip.
My life is going to hell like Sandra, Alessandra, Valentina and Samantha, Caterina and Amanda, cocaine, Coca-Fanta, gasolina, Casablanca, bis-bis daltan sangha-sangha, bis-bis daltan sangha-sangha, bis-bis ciap-ciap from Holland, tick-tock, tick-tock with the gang, the seventies, the eighties, on a four by four Panda, bang.
-For the morning. -Simba.
-Yo te truth. -Samba.
-Si tu me dejas. -Zumba.
-Yo te amaré. -Simba.
-For the morning. -Samba.
-Yo te truth. -Zumba.
-Si tu me dejas. -Samba.
Yo te amaré.
Whoa!
Ah!
Party Miami, the Dominican, on this tour back with two Italians, the control of the street, what this bacano, bag the Glock that I keep my grain.
To 'the vanity that you want, I keep it, guatilambo, Lamborghini not for sale.
To 'the vanity that you want, I keep it, guatilambo, Lamborghini not for sale.
The one who doesn't have a chest is not a tough woman, you don't think it's okay to have another dress.
I want you to give me, I want you to leave me completely, I tell you in Italian fifty-eight-eight.
Baby gang,
El Alfa.
Oh.
-For the morning. -Simba.
-Yo te truth. -Samba.
-Si tu me dejas. -Zumba.
-Yo te amaré. -Simba.
-For the morning. -Samba.
-Yo te truth. -Zumba.
-Si tu me dejas. -Samba.
Yo te amaré.