Telefona [English translation]

Who can sleep anymore,

with this desire to kiss a beautiful mouth,

if anyone would slide my handle,

with this silent song and now who can sleep anymore?

I bought a putipù

to choke this chicken unless you don't do it to me,

to make a serenade dedicated to this blue sky

and gimme a rendez-vous,

I am going crazy,

phone this dick.

And when your mom goes away,

at the time of the siesta it's the time that I gotta fuck,

this heart is dying, is running close to you

and make this bidet, only for me

olè, olè, olè.

The truth is that this life is really odd,

that you are beautiful and I am a son of a bitch,

but, in any case, I'll write you the address

phone this dick.

Do you remove this underwear or not?

You always tell me wait and tomorrow I will give it to you

isn't that you got a slipper in between your legs, I dunno,

and tell me the truth, don't bullshit me

olè, oilì, oilà.

But this night, do you take it or not,

don't you see how beautiful is the roccocò,

otherwise whom do I give it to?

Who can sleep anymore,

with this desire to kiss a beautiful mouth,

if anyone would slide my handle,

with this silent song I am going crazy,

phone this dick.

And fuck who goes away

the world is a cock head and sooner or later you gotta come back to it,

I'll put it in your ears so you cannot forget it,

and this is the truth, what can you do about it?

Your dad's ballsack.

The truth is that this life is really odd,

that you are beautiful and I am a son of a bitch,

but, in any case, I'll write you the address

phone this dick.

I bought a putipù

to choke this chicken unless you don't do it to me,

isn't that you got a slipper in between your legs, who knows,

and tell me the truth, don't bullshit me

olè, oilì, oilà.

But this night, do you take it or not,

don't you see how beautiful is the roccocò,

otherwise whom do I give it to?

• Artist:Squallor
• Album:Scoraggiando