Rotta per casa di Dio [English translation]

It was said eight and a half punctual at the bar

but we already knew it

that between a crap and the other is Cisco that

spend an eternity in the bathroom

everyone in the car, the party is far away and then

there the girls wait for us

oh guys, "rest", this is a sure blow

enough that we do not get lost

Route to God's house

we are flying to the party

Route to God's house

and we are already there with our heads

And we will find them already on the door and then

with the high heel and the short skirt and us

with the lump in the throat and the beating heart

we'll have them dancing all night long

Cisco looks at the map and then says "No!

We're going to fuck! "

I told you we had to turn there

look, I'm sure

I knew it would end like this

we're fucking heads!

Just go out more than ten kilometres

that we ass holes are lost

Route to God's house

we are missing the party

Route to God's house

and we're coming out of my head

we will not find them on the door and then

no high heel nor short skirt and us

with the lump in the throat and the beating heart

we'll have to drive you all night.

With tense faces all pissed off blacks

and discouraged

lost in these streets that seem like paths

tonight nothing done

we see a flyover from afar

there will be a motorway there

as soon as you enter the toll gate as if by magic

here is an autogrill.

Route to God's house

we fucked the party

Route to God's house

but what a different night

all holding beer and Camogli us

without sluts girlfriends or wives

four idiots to make crap

as it did not happen from a pack of time.

Route to God's house

but who sheds the party

Route to God's house

we did not lose it tonight

all with beer and camogli us

without sluts girlfriends or wives

four idiots to make crap

as it did not happen from a pack of time