Fragole buone buone [English translation]

He gave her good strawberries

He gave her strawberries with lemon, Simone

Now he has without any problems

Stolen my girlfriend from me, drunken

With a lipstick on her lips

With the lips that taste of wine, divine

The flavor of these evenings

That end

Because the strawberries are good

I don't have the courage to scream, being late,

I go to pick her up from her house

I honk my horn, but she doesn't arrive, the diva

All right, I take a decision

I go up the stairs, until the door which is open

I knock loudly, then I enter quietly and she...

And she, and she is there dying, my God

My God, I don't know what to do

I call the lift

But it never responds

And the strawberries, she knows, with lemon, she knows it,

They hurt, hurt, hurt without love

But as stupid as she is, she is more stubborn than me

More than me...

It takes good strawberries

It takes more ripe strawberries

I understand that she is dying

She is dying or she is moribond, the blond

Now I swear that for love

And when I swear I'm honest, really

Now here's my revenge

I sell strawberries to those who

Are waiting for them

And she, and she is there dying, I hate

I hate, I don't know what to do

I call the lift

But it never responds

And the strawberries, she knows, with lemon, she knows it,

They hurt, hurt, hurt without love

But as stupid as she is, she is more stubborn than me

More than me...