Piove In Discoteca
Tommaso Paradiso
It's Raining in the Club
A guy on a scooter
With his shirt wide open
Sunglasses on
Hair blowing in the wind, so much chaos
Driving like a madman to catch the last ferry
And a girl is already laughing
Far away with a carefree look
The one who gets you
White swimsuit and a big hat
Casting shade on her face
That looks like paradise
She doesn’t pick up the phone
In front of the Gulf of Naples
But San Gennaro, you know
Sometimes works miracles
It's raining in the club
Stars are falling in the hotel
On Saturday night, don’t worry
I’ll cover the moon for you
So no one can see us, eh, eh
Under an Italian sky
And a bit American
If I say: I love you
It's raining in the club
But look at that sunset this morning
You make me feel Boca in Argentina
Show me the ocean
All the colors that were there
Two like us
Should never be lost
She doesn’t pick up the phone
In front of the Gulf of Naples
But San Gennaro, he knows
It's raining in the club
Stars are falling in the hotel
On Saturday night, don’t worry
I’ll cover the moon for you
So no one can see us, eh, eh
Under an Italian sky
And a bit American
If I say: I love you
It's raining in the club
Under an Italian sky
And a bit American
If I say: I love you
It's raining in the club
It's raining in the club
It's raining in the club
Stars are falling in the hotel
On Saturday night, don’t worry
I’ll cover the moon for you
So no one can see us, eh, eh
Under an Italian sky
And a bit American
If I say: I love you
It's raining in the club
It's raining in the club
It's raining in the club
She doesn’t pick up the phone
In front of the Gulf of Naples
It's raining in the club
