No ombrelloni né money, money neanche per gli asciugamani
Invece dei castelli con la sabbia facevamo case popolari
Cosa importa se sognavi Puertorico?
Ma se restiamo insieme sembra un paradiso anche Ostia Lido
Brucia il sole in ufficio che voglia che hai di scappare
Uscire dall'acqua coperti di sale
Mare blu profondo, sulla pelle il vento
Intorno solo gente
Che balla, che balla, che balla
Intorno solo gente
Che balla, che balla, che balla
Sulla riva letti ricoperti di stoffa
Musica new age gente che sboccia
Sembra quei privè da scambi di coppia
Ma io sono lo scoglio e tu la mia cozza
Tipa col bikini in seta
Eccitata per il seitan e da Calcutta o Baudelaire (cliché)
Tipo lei fa un po' la dieta e suda
Le cola il make-up a fissare il mio panino allo speck (oh yeah)
Tra i maschi lo sport più diffuso sulla spiaggia
È ancora trattenere il fiato, tenere dentro la pancia
Lui si porta i libri di Kafka
Ma poi studia solo ogni culo che passa
Cosa importa se sognavi Puertorico?
Ma se restiamo insieme sembra un paradiso anche Ostia Lido
Brucia il sole in ufficio che voglia che hai di scappare
Uscire dall'acqua coperti di sale
Mare blu profondo, sulla pelle il vento
Intorno solo gente
Che balla, che balla, che balla
Intorno solo gente
Che balla, che balla, che balla
Perché la tua fisicata mi fa asciugare la bocca
Anche se l'acqua è gelata portami dove si tocca
Forse non saremo vip, ma va bene così
Finché ho la birra ghiacciata e due fiori dentro la borsa
Cosa importa se sognavi Puertorico?
Ma se restiamo insieme sembra un paradiso anche Ostia Lido
Brucia il sole in ufficio che voglia che hai di scappare
Uscire dall'acqua coperti di sale
Mare blu profondo, sulla pelle il vento
Intorno solo gente
Che balla, che balla, che balla
Intorno solo gente
Che balla, che balla, che balla
Everyone talks about having a cultured vacation But then in the end go there is chick You know people when the sun is hot Like Peter Pan he wants to fuck you in the shade When I think of past years (what a flash) We so proletarians, white trash Other than Bali Bali, (Ganesh) We dreamed of Bari Bari, (guagnèt ') No freckles, yes rackets and water balloon No umbrellas or money, money not even for towels Instead of sand castles we made public housing What does it matter if you dream of Puertorico? But if we stay together, Ostia Lido also seems like a paradise Burn the sun in the office that you want you to escape Get out of the water covered in salt Deep blue sea, the wind on the skin Around only people Who dances, dances, dances Around only people Who dances, dances, dances On the shore, beds covered with cloth New age music, blossoming people Seems like those private exchanges But I am the rock and you my mussel Tipa with silk bikini Excited for the seitan and from Calcutta or Baudelaire (cliché) Like she does a little diet and sweats The make-up drips to fix my speck sandwich (oh yeah) Among the males the most widespread sport on the beach It's still holding your breath, keeping your belly inside He brings Kafka's books But then he only studies every passing ass What does it matter if you dream of Puertorico? But if we stay together, Ostia Lido also seems like a paradise Burn the sun in the office that you want you to escape Get out of the water covered in salt Deep blue sea, the wind on the skin Around only people Who dances, dances, dances Around only people Who dances, dances, dances Because your fist makes my mouth dry Even if the water is frozen, take me where it touches We may not be VIPs, but that's okay As long as I have ice cold beer and two flowers in my bag What does it matter if you dream of Puertorico? But if we stay together, Ostia Lido also seems like a paradise Burn the sun in the office that you want you to escape Get out of the water covered in salt Deep blue sea, the wind on the skin Around only people Who dances, dances, dances Around only people Who dances, dances, dances
Lyrics in english
Everyone talks about having a cultured vacation
But then in the end go there is chick
You know people when the sun is hot
Like Peter Pan he wants to fuck you in the shade
When I think of past years (what a flash)
We so proletarians, white trash
Other than Bali Bali, (Ganesh)
We dreamed of Bari Bari, (guagnèt ')
No freckles, yes rackets and water balloon
No umbrellas or money, money not even for towels
Instead of sand castles we made public housing
What does it matter if you dream of Puertorico?
But if we stay together, Ostia Lido also seems like a paradise
Burn the sun in the office that you want you to escape
Get out of the water covered in salt
Deep blue sea, the wind on the skin
Around only people
Who dances, dances, dances
Around only people
Who dances, dances, dances
On the shore, beds covered with cloth
New age music, blossoming people
Seems like those private exchanges
But I am the rock and you my mussel
Tipa with silk bikini
Excited for the seitan and from Calcutta or Baudelaire (cliché)
Like she does a little diet and sweats
The make-up drips to fix my speck sandwich (oh yeah)
Among the males the most widespread sport on the beach
It's still holding your breath, keeping your belly inside
He brings Kafka's books
But then he only studies every passing ass
What does it matter if you dream of Puertorico?
But if we stay together, Ostia Lido also seems like a paradise
Burn the sun in the office that you want you to escape
Get out of the water covered in salt
Deep blue sea, the wind on the skin
Around only people
Who dances, dances, dances
Around only people
Who dances, dances, dances
Because your fist makes my mouth dry
Even if the water is frozen, take me where it touches
We may not be VIPs, but that's okay
As long as I have ice cold beer and two flowers in my bag
What does it matter if you dream of Puertorico?
But if we stay together, Ostia Lido also seems like a paradise
Burn the sun in the office that you want you to escape
