clito [English translation]

Uh-uh-ah

Uh-uh-ah

Uh-uh-ah

"Wee-woo" around, bro', for whom?

Is Simo around or is she at Spi's?

Life makes me "click" on the clit, eh

She1 knows I enjoy it when she presses the finger, eh

"Wee-woo" around, bro', for whom?

Is Simo around or is she at Spi's?

Life makes me "click" on the clit, eh

She knows I enjoy it when she presses the finger, eh

Slutty life fucks dressed, me in doggy style

With the machine gun on my cunt, I laugh and she doesn't

She doesn't laugh about it with me, I laugh about it, how is it

That I get pregnant with rotten luck? I smoke fag so it'll born crooked, bam-bam

The story of a lady is a bit disgusting

Especially when nothing in her experience makes her look cool

Sometimes you either play a slut or a pretty evildoer

When you've never fired but you've hoped for an end or your end, bang

"Wee-woo" around, bro', for whom?

Is Simo around or is she at Spi's?

Life makes me "click" on the clit, eh

She knows I enjoy it when she presses the finger, eh

"Wee-woo" around, bro', for whom?

Is Simo around or is she at Spi's?

Life makes me "click" on the clit, eh

She knows I enjoy it when she presses the finger, eh

I point my finger at her, but she sucks it, blows from the straw

She calls her friends and then gets into a fight

I slip on a peel, then she laugh at me

As my face gets peeled, then she laughs at me, she laughs at me

Sometimes I laugh and I don't understand why, yah

Sometimes I live and I don't understand if I breathe, yah

Sometimes I stumble and I don't understand that I walk, yah

Not on solid ground, but on a tightrope, yah

Sometimes I sleep on a bed of cornflowers, yeah

Sometimes I die on a bed that is not mine, ah

Sometimes I dream of this bitch going away, yah

But in the end she is mine

Once again, bro', for whom?

Is Simo around or is she at Spi's?

Life makes me "click" on the clit, eh

She knows I enjoy it when she presses the finger, eh

"Wee-woo" around, bro', for whom?

Is Simo around or is she at Spi's?

Life makes me "click" on the clit, eh

She knows I enjoy it when she presses the finger, eh

Mama, mama

You are a condemnation, 'mnation

Do you love me or don't you love me, mama

I don't understand nada, nada

Mama, mama

Don't leave me on the road, 'oad

Kiss me calmly, calmly

Until you get tired of me

1. The noun "vita" in Italian is a feminine noun, from here on the author plays on this and does not distinguish whether the subject is a woman or life in general.