I’m coming to the spot
Lay my ass on the bench
And this is how the words come in
It’s gonna be another nice day
For the group of fellahs looking towards back shades I’m coming to the spot
Lay my ass on the bench
And this is how the words come in
It’s gonna be another nice day
For the group of fellahs looking towards back shades
That brings to be in bomb by the green chupa’s
We love committing bluppers boom the funk though us We take the hit from the bomb
I’m on mission like the 007
I take time to burn the warm content
And here again
I would never let it us suck a story
That I’m all getting

I can’t deny it, I guess I fell in love,

9 years old still I got feelings

her curly hair her spontaneous laugh
My heart beats as when run too fast

Lets play cat and mouse
what else to do

kissing girl is disgusting

I could try that once

just to make sure though

But for now I’m the mousse so I’d better run, run, run

I’m stuck in corner well I guess that was my plan
feeling like prey ain’t that bad

She jumped at me, damn I’ve been touched

We did not kiss lets keep it for later

Now I’am the cat

she runs away

But I won’t let her go to far away

My heart beats as when I run too fast
Even though I do

I know it’s cos of her

IT IS YOU

Sleep overClosest to dawnThe lines are drawn
The acts of youth
And only by the gods we’ll make it through

Sleeper don’t goYour dress is only creased in two
Will you come and lie with me
My face is turnedEnding as an apogee
I’ll never learn

It is you
It is youIt is you

Come by I don’t want to sleep
Without you all over my dreams
Cedars green glowThe smell upon the bed sheet knewWill you come and lie with me
The chase is done
Perfect physiognomyI’ll never learn

It is you
It is youIt is you

Italiano

Fenesta vascia 'e padrona crudele,
Quanta suspire mm'haje fatto jettare!...
Mm'arde stu core, comm'a na cannela,
Bella, quanno te sento annommenare!
Oje piglia la 'sperienza de la neve!
La neve? Fredda e se fa maniare...
E tu comme si' tanta aspra e crudele?!
Muorto mme vide e nun mme vu? ' ajutare!?...

Vorr? A addeventare no picciuotto,
Co na langella a ghire vennenn'acqua,
Pe' mme ne j? Da chisti palazzuotte:
Belli ffemmene meje, ah! Chi v? ' acqua...
Se vota na nennella da ll? 'ncoppa:
Chi? 'sto ninno ca va vennenn'acqua?
E io responno, co parole accorte:
So' lacreme d'ammore e non? Acqua!...

Finestra bassa di una padrona crudele,
quanti sospiri mi hai fatto buttare.
Mi arde questo cuore, come una candela,
bella quando ti sento nominare.

Prendi l'esperienza della neve.
La neve e' fredda e si fa toccare.
E tu come sei tanto aspra e crudele?
Mi vedi morto e non mi vuoi aiutare?

Vorrei diventare un bambino,
con una lancella andare e vendere acqua,
per andarmene via da questi palazzotti.
Belle donne mie, ah. Chi vuole acqua.

Si gira una ragazza da li sopra:
"Chi e' questo ragazzo che vende acqua?"
E io rispondo, con parole misurate:
"Sono lacrime d'amore e non e' acqua".

Français

Fenêtre basse d’une maîtresse cruelle,
que de soupirs tu m’as fait gaspiller…
mon cœur brûle comme une bougie,
ma belle, si j’entends prononcer ton nom !
Prends donc exemple sur la neige :
elle est froide, mais elle se laisse caresser,
et avec moi, tu es si âpre et cruelle,
que tu me vois mourir et tu ne veux pas m’aider ?

Je voudrais devenir un vendeur ambulant,
qui vend l’eau avec sa carafe,
pour crier d’une maison à l’autre :
“Mes belles femmes, qui veut de l’eau ?”
Et une fille me voit de son balcon et me dit :
“Qui est ce garçon qui vend de l’eau ?”
et je lui répondrais avec des mots attristés :
“Ce sont des larmes d’amour, ce n’est pas de l’eau !.....”

English

Low window of cruel mistress,
How many sighs I made for you!
My heart burns, like a candle
When I hear your name, my beauty!

Oh, be like the snow!
The snow is cold but one can touch it.
And you, how can you be so stern and cruel?
Seeing me dying, don't you want to help me?

I wish I was a boy again
Who sells water in a street,
To go away from here to big houses:
Dear ladies! Ah! Who wants some water?

If any girl asks from balcony:
"Who is this guy who sells water?"
I'll answer ,with reserve:
"It's my tears of love, it's not water!"