Felicità Puttana

The Cali cartel is a brothel
Better than holiday traffic
Those endless lines of cars
That you see on the news
Put me in a good mood
Like beach resorts
And the sky when it's all blue
And the sky when it's all blue

And the air that smells of the sea
And we all want to swim
And we all want to swim
And the sun that's good for us
For the skin, the eyes, the bones
And doesn't make us think

I send you a ten-minute voice message
Just to tell you how happy I am
But how whore this happiness is
It lasts a minute, but what a hit it gives us

But how nice it is to sweat in the summer
At weddings, at the post office
At the patron saint's feast
When the steering wheel can't be touched
It puts me in a good mood
Like the wind under the shirt
And the beer that warms up quickly
And the beer that warms up quickly

And the air that smells of salt
And we all want to kiss
And we all want to kiss
And the sun that's good for us
For the skin, the eyes, the bones
And doesn't make us think

I send you a ten-minute voice message
Just to tell you how happy I am
But how whore this happiness is
It lasts a minute, but what a hit it gives us
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit, but what a hit it gives us

Right, left, rhythm, rhythm
Here comes the part I prefer
Purple and orange above the heads
The body melting with the white

But how whore this happiness is
It lasts a minute, but what a hit it gives us
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit it gives us
But what a hit, but what a hit it gives us