� I'm 50 and I'm in my early 20s With the girls of the third and fourth grade And I no longer even have a lot of fantasy To get excited I have to go to the pharmacy Where there is a lot of passion But I find yogurt, he tells me he doesn't have it And then tell me, this life is my life I wanted to go to return to Albania And I see that there is Nino D'Angelo, what does he do? Two, four reflections, he, yes, yes, he does And he runs around the highway, he will know What the *** are things about, you don't know And I go away, far away to the aldera I'm 70 and I already live here and there And I no longer even have the price, my love But how much the *** does yogurt cost, I don't know And then I look at all the prices of the bazaar And I hope the cat is not there, no, it can't be And then tell me, but what the *** do we eat? If there is something good, call me I call you from Naples central No, my love, don't look at me badly You know that here with every joke it's worth it There is Nino D'Angelo who wants to eat My love, I don't know, don't look at me badly I call you from Naples central With the rose of every joke it's worth it In third row, fourth, fifth row There is an electric scooter, you know it And a scooter that never stops I also have a SUV and I don't have to pay for it And I go for a ride and there is a ride at sea I'm 70 and I'm mature Among the bags of the third and fourth And I don't even have much fantasy anymore I have to escape, I have to go to Romania I find yogurt over there, I say there is none God Christ, where the *** did he go? And then give me this yogurt, my love I look everywhere, I can't find it Looking for yogurt, I can't find it In this yogurt, all the mess, there is none I'm drowning in the yogurt, tell me love What the *** do you want? I'm with you And we are together five days a week And I don't even see you, you're a *** And then tell me love, what do you tell me? If you want to go, I'll call you Piero I call you from Naples central You know that here, my love, every joke is worth it I go on the train and I don't make a ticket And when I get to the controller, I fart You tell me to get off, get off please I say that I'm in Romania and I want it I have to go back to Italy right now I take the yogurt and I offer it to you please You eat everything up to the bottom And look, the price is no longer round And the label now is like a cockroach www.LRCgenerator.com