(Ah)
(Hey)
I see everything double when I come home at night (Oh no, no, no)
If you give yourself an evil eye, it will surely come true later (Ah, ah, ah)
That friend goes fast like she’s a Panamera (No, no)
She is turning a map as big as the map of America, she wants America
She dreams of America, but she’s an Italian chica
She wants to get out of here-i-i
He dreams of America, but the money was missing
In the pockets of his je-e-eans
She wants America, so no one calls her
Cell phone goes “drin, drin, drin”
I dream of America with an Italian chica
I think finally-y-y
She come from palaces, no white palace (No, no)
She dreamed of diving in the Bahamas (Ah, ah)
And she said that one day she would have the world
And someone out there waiting for her (Ah, ah)
Bad reality that I live in (No, no)
Bad reality to then succeed (No, no)
To leave the buildings behind
Never abandon those who live there (No, no)
You know I bet a lot
And that I promise you what you want
It all seems fake like in Dubai
America here, you want America (Oh)
She dreams of America, but she’s an Italian chica
He wants to get out of here-i-i
He dreams of America, but the money was missing
In the pockets of his je-e-eans
He wants America, so no one calls it
Cell phone goes “drin, drin, drin”
I dream of America with an Italian chica
I think finally-y-y (Money Gang)
You’re an Italian chica (No, no)
You grew up with the men on the street (Boo, boo)
At eleven years old with a cigarette in his mouth
At twelve she had already become a joint
You sing Gigi D’Alessio, pass the plate (Ah)
I know you hate your dad (No, no)
Since that day she abandoned you
Alone with your mama and he left home (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You say she’s okay but I know she’s not (Bu)
Your eyes can’t lie
There is no need to cover them with Cartier lenses
You feel alone every night
It seems like no one cares about you (No, no, no)
While it’s snowing outside, you give yourself to those who don’t deserve you (Brr)
You cry and you dream of America, you dream of America
She dreams of America, but she’s an Italian chica
He wants to get out of here-i-i
He dreams of America, but the money was missing
In the pockets of his je-e-eans
He wants America, so no one calls it
Cell phone goes “drin, drin, drin”
I dream of America with an Italian chica
I think finally-y-y