Bugiardo [English translation]

Italy's small

You wouldn't have believed everything, all was fake

I don't even smoke anymore, I quit

Liar

Liar

With that lying face

It was all a joke, I'm a liar

Your girlfriend understood that I'm a liar

From how I talk

To talk about it

I've got an anti-Montecarlo lifestyle

Lead it

Of the current rap

I wear yellow

Like catarrh

Oh no, now you're complaining about the lyrics

And about the music because it sounds like a police movie

I'm nothing if you compare me to the rest

I'd want to have your bank account, DJ Francesco

Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

I come in peace (liar)

I never lie (liar)

I can't do it (liar)

You can't do it (liar)

I've got a thousand friends (liar)

I don't want mess (liar)

You're one of these (liar)

But you don't know (liar)

Fibra is known as a massive liar

I spoke Sardinian in school gatherings

I don't go in public, I send someone else

He doesn't look like me, he's fat, and a bit taller

I keep my rhythms fastened

In twenty square meters

I have death in my eyes

And I'm counting down the days

I deal with predictable subjects

Don't call me an artist

I'll create another world for you, even my therapist knows

The truth scares me in every way

Actually my dream was to become a journalist

I have emodramatic rap from domestic crisis

I have a WC in my bedroom and an anorexic girl in my bed

Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

I come in peace (liar)

I never lie (liar)

I can't do it (liar)

You can't do it (liar)

I've got a thousand friends (liar)

I don't want mess (liar)

You're one of these (liar)

But you don't know (liar)

I want to feel supersonic

Take a look at my alcohol level

But I'm not flat on the floor

I get inside banks with a kalashnikov

Put your hands up everyone, because this is a robbery

I'm Fabri Fibra and I just killed my neighbor

And put my kitchen on fire

With a litre of gasoline

The flat has collapsed

Be careful, little girl

Oh no, now you're complaining about the lyrics

And about the music because it sounds like a police movie

I honestly can't even stand the rest

If you want to insult me, do it now

This is the choir

Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

You bring me bad luck

You bring me bad luck

I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck

I come in peace (liar)

I never lie (liar)

I can't do it (liar)

You can't do it (liar)

I've got a thousand friends (liar)

I don't want mess (liar)

You're one of these (liar)

But you don't know (liar)