Gasparazzo – Centopelle

Gasparazzo Centopelle

Gasparazzo – Centopelle Lyrics

Artist: Gasparazzo
Song: Centopelle

Tinte forti, un tipo un po’ canaglia
Il sudiciume è l’unico suo abito
I suoi capelli ribelli ad ogni piega
Figlio genuino della natura

Dell’aspetto non se ne dà pensiero
Con i piedi quasi sempre scalzi
Sotto la pioggia, zuppo tra rigagnoli
Esplora il fango della pubblica via

Centopelle, ragazzo di strada
Centopelle, ragazzo di strada
Denti equini
Il sorriso un po’ balordo

Non conosce pronomi possessivi
Maneggia sassi con precisione
Unici balocchi per giocare
Niente implora, lui si rincuora

Raccattando toscani da terra
Mozziconi appena sputati
Da signori in cilindro e frac
Centopelle, ragazzo di strada

Centopellе, ragazzo di strada
Più di cento anni son passati
Centopellе non abita più qui
In qualche altro villaggio del mondo

Se la ride fischiettando
Tra le capanne del Congo town
Tra le favelas di Cantagallo
Sino alla metro di Bucarest

Tra rabbia e fame
La voglia di vivere
Centopelle, ragazzo di strada
Centopelle, ragazzo di strada

Centopelle, ragazzo di strada
Centopelle, ragazzo di strada
Ragazzo di strada
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Centopelle Lyrics – English Translation

Strong colors, a somewhat rogue guy
South -sided is his only dress
Her rebellious hair at each fold
Genuine son of nature

Of the aspect is not thought
With almost always barefoot feet
In the rain, soup between Rigagnoli
Explore the mud of the public via

Centopelle, street boy
Centopelle, street boy
Equine teeth
The smile a little folder

He knows no possessive pronouns
Handle stones with precision
Unique toys to play
Nothing implores, he cheers

Gathering Tuscans from the ground
Mozziconi just spitted
By gentlemen in cylinder and tailcoat
Centopelle, street boy

Centopellica, street boy
More than a hundred years have passed
Centopellica no longer lives here
In some other village in the world

If it laughs by whistling
Among the huts of the Congo Town
Among the Favelas of Cantagallo
Up to the Metro of Bucharest

Between anger and hunger
The desire to live
Centopelle, street boy
Centopelle, street boy

Centopelle, street boy
Centopelle, street boy
Street boy
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Gasparazzo Lyrics – Centopelle

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Release Year: 2014