La Grande Onda
Piotta
The Big Wave
Riding this wave,
Tossed from shore to shore,
Chasing once again
The big wave that returns.
Red light, shark in sight, in the mix I'm a surfer. Screw this,
On the lion's board.
Among champions and samplers, goodnight to the players, iri-iri-ari-oh, inside the water I follow the flow.
Chorus:
Never will this wave sink me, the sharks will never get me. Never will this wave sink me... sha la la la la sha la la la la la, another time another wave. sha la la la la sha la la la la la, how long will you resist?
When the wind doesn't blow, we'll drift, among the waves of this life, in the lines of this rhyme. Different destinies, arrivals and departures. Where are you going, what will you do? Will you hold on or slip? You know there's no more time here because the sun is setting. On the board, summer winter, this wetsuit that acts as a glove. Waiting for a long wave, wax passes once again. Then with the wind in your hands, here the future is already tomorrow.
Chorus:
Piotta, original beach boy, on the crest remains like silver surfer. We are the young, the youngest young ones, we are the army, the surf army...
(x4) Chorus
