Le feste di Pablo [ft. Fedez] [English translation]

[Intro]

Tonight they’ll turn me into a saint

This dude is talking, talking, my beer is hot

There’s too many Italians in Spain

My mom used to tell me that, yes, but what a sunrise!

[Verse 1]

Hey you, what do you remember of the weekend?

A stain of Mexican sauce

As for the rest, just a bad Saturday

I kiss someone because I’m hungry

And I ultimately like it

And I borrow the sun

And a bag by a foreigner brand

Give me a ride so I can watch the sunset

It’s better than the hospital emergency

Put all the night into a cocktail

And make me drink it in one sip

I have to leave you again

I see a sky and I fly in it

I don’t think it’s a problem at my age

Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

[Pre-chorus]

I don’t believe in soulmates, but

For the rest of the time that I have

I’ll make peace and love

Like Yoko and John

I want fireworks

Boom-boom

Tonight it’s the Super Bowl

I get out of my home

Because how many people are there inside?

[Chorus]

Like at Pablo’s parties

Like at Pablo’s parties

How many people, how many people are there?

How beautiful are Pablo’s parties

[Verse 2]

Pablo talks, talks, talks

Like a mantra, mantra, mantra

And then he pats me, pats me, pats me

Like that (pat) on my shoulder

He gives me a bag that doesn’t weigh anything

Like the one for groceries

Pablo you’re a package

Like a girl with a surprise

Although life

Gives various traumas

A bullet in the heart

Only Gino Paoli has it

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Eyes red as cherries

From the rooftop, Milano

Looks like Las Vegas

I don’t answer you on social media

But I swear that I have a big (mega) heart

I need a new heart

I confirm my order on Glovo

I don’t think it’s a problem at my age

Tic, tic, tac

[Pre-Chorus]

I don’t believe in soulmates, but

For the rest of the time that I have

I’ll make peace and love

Like Yoko and John

I want fireworks

Boom-boom

Tonight it’s the Super Bowl

I get out of my home

Because how many people are there indoors?

[Chorus]

Like at Pablo’s parties

Like at Pablo’s parties

How many people, how many people are there?

How beautiful are Pablo’s parties

[Bridge]

Tonight they’ll turn me into a saint

This dude is talking, talking, my beer is hot

There’s too many Italians in Spain

My mom used to tell me that, yes, but what a sunrise!

Yes, but calmly

On the yellow subway, there’s the moon, too much

I get out of my home

Because how many people are inside?

[Chorus]

Like at Pablo’s parties

Like at Pablo’s parties

How many, how many people are there?

How beautiful are Pablo’s parties

Come to Pablo’s party

I’m at Pablo’s party

How many people, how many people are there?

How beautiful are Pablo’s parties

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1. Gino Paoli is an Italian singer who tried to commit suicide by shooting a bullet in his heart 2. It’s okay if you don’t understand the song’s lyrics, they don’t make sense in Italian either