Colpa d'Alfredo [English translation]

I lost another good opportunity, this evening.

She went home with a negro, the whore!

I was distracted for a moment.

(It's) Alfredo's fault

who with his serious and untimely discourses

makes me waste all the opportunities.

And sooner or later I kill him, kill him.

And she, however, didn't waste any time,

she, right away, grabbed the ball on the rebound.

I saw her go out, hand ih hand, with that African

who doesn't even speak Italian well,

but, obviously, he can explain himself well, when he wants.

Every evening he takes home a different one!

I wonder what he tells them?

For me it's the car he has that matters!

And that ball of dung didn't even bother

to tell me anything, you know, an excuse.

And she had already forgotten

what she had asked me before.

"Can you take me home, this evening?

I live outside Modena, Modena Park!"

I would even take you to America!

I bought the car for that purpose!

And I was already getting swollen-headed.

I had already planned everything.

I certainly wasn't going to take her home.

Well, if I was going to marry her, I don't know... it doesn't matter!

I'm convinced that, if he hadn't been there,

she would have said yes.

I'm convinced that, if he hadn't been there,

she would have said yes.