STAGI – Spiccioli Lyrics
Artist: STAGI
Song: Spiccioli
Sono così stanco, oggi non faccio niente
Tengo vuota la mente, come ieri del resto
Sono sveglio, son desto, sto su Insta molesto
Ma guarda questo
Quanta gente fa le cose solo per mangiare
Oppure per scopare, io resto qui a guardare
Continuo a rimandare la sveglia, l’affitto
Fumo senza filtro, così lontano è il tabacchino
Sotto casa, sotto casa…
Se tu fossi un parchimetro ti riempirei di spiccioli
Di quelli rossi e piccoli come te
Mi indebiterei di milioni di miliardi
Con le Poste, con l’Italia, con l’Europa
Solo per stare le ore, i giorni, i mesi, gli anni
A far niente con te
Non mi riesco più a guardare, sembro un deficiente
Sempre in mezzo alla gente, oltre la linea gialla
Suono la chitarra, non faccio più barré
Ma pensa te
Quanti posti da vedere, libri da comprare
Le scarpe da buttare, sono a prendermi male
Non riesco più a pensare ad un giorno più bello
Mi tocco l’uccello, così vicino è il paradiso
Dentro casa, dentro casa…
Se tu fossi un parchimetro ti riempirei di spiccioli
Di quelli rossi e piccoli come te
Mi indebiterei di milioni di miliardi
Con le Poste, con l’Italia, con l’Europa
Solo per stare le ore, i giorni, i mesi, gli anni
A far niente con te
Sotto le mura di Verona
Uno e settanta euro all’ora
E son quasi da te
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Spiccioli Lyrics – English Translation
I’m so tired, I do nothing today
I keep the mind empty, as yesterday in the rest
I’m awake, I’m a Desto, I’m on inst about harassing
But look at this
How many people do things just to eat
Or to f#ck, I stay here to look here
I continue to postpone the alarm, rent
Smoke without filter, so far is the tobacconist
Under house, under the house …
If you were a parking meter I would fill you with change
Of the red and small ones like you
I would undisome about millions of billions
With Poste, with Italy, with Europe
Just to stay the hours, days, months, years
To do anything with you
I can’t look at me anymore, I look like a deficient
Always in the midst of people, beyond the yellow line
I play the guitar, I don’t do more bars
But think of you
How many places to see, books to buy
The shoes to throw away are to hurt me
I can’t think about a more beautiful day
I touch the bird, so close is paradise
Inside home, inside home …
If you were a parking meter I would fill you with change
Of the red and small ones like you
I would undisome about millions of billions
With Poste, with Italy, with Europe
Just to stay the hours, days, months, years
To do anything with you
Under the Walls of Verona
One and seventy euros per hour
And I’m almost from you
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STAGI Lyrics – Spiccioli
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Release Year: 2022