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Genius English Translations - Caparezza Jodellavitanonhocapitouncazzo English Translation Lyrics

[Intro: Franzl Lang]
*Yodeling*

[Verse 1: Caparezza]
I don't make a show, I put on a show like
My drunk grandpa on the day of my communion
I'm so crazy
That I have relatives who are not happy at all to bear my surname
Allow me the presumption of feeling like manure
Sometimes solid, sometimes sludge
Eager for fame? I'm starving
A seat at the table? I've got a bowl like a dog
I bark for a couple of plates that i beg
I could act angry but I forget
An authentic doctor near me, he says:
"Don't you realize you're becoming schizophrenic?"
Shut up, doctor, you cost me a lot, I'm worth nothing
And don't call me artist, but a jester
Did you understand? I'm so much of a jester
I'm happy in the poop, should be crying, but instead

[Chorus: Franzl Lang]
*Yodeling*

[Verse 2: Caparezza]
I'm Sick, but not a victimist
A Mirko in every way: Licia, kiss me
I point to the oscar, but that one guy of aphorisms
I had to take a shower, but they give me a freesbee
And I smell like crap, I drink a lot
Escaped to the fate like a covert on a hull
Eyes wide as an owl
Building block by block a future that sees me as a UFO
Sure I get tired, I swear on every tuft
I should play the trumpet for how many time i sigh
If I dive into one of my ideas
I end up breathless in a tide of diarrhea
I thinks this is funny
I am alive, but not because I breathe
I feel alive only when I grab the stylus and write
When I was born I didn't understand
And now that I keep on not understanding all I have left is-
[Chorus: Franzl Lang]
*Yodeling*

[Verse 3: Caparezza]
I laugh, but I cry with relish
If I see the pumped-up, tanned pretty boy
Me, with mud from Woodstock stuck in my locks, I stink
I accumulate sweat for hours that I spray
I love women who smell like cod
More than showgirls with sequins and ostrich feathers
I roll in a handful of joy
Even if I don't spend the summer on the beach
I'm the reigning champion of chaos
But I have a skullcap that burns like lava rock
And in the game of who cheats in music
I'm in with a two of spades up my sleeve
The only certainty is that I end up badly
Caparezza dies, everyone to the funeral
It's paradoxical but I won't go, I don't care
Mamma, how many records they're going to sell if I die
(Doctor, in the operating room)

[Chorus: Franzl Lang]
*Yodeling*