Lyrics Александр Розенбаум - Песенка Мафиози

Song of Mafiosi
                  Bertini Music

Mr. Vincenzo and I decided
When the spaghetti jaw crumbled
That everything, it's time to end
Giuseppe needs to take
And walled up in a stone wall.

    Oh la la, oh la la.
    In the wild we all love to take a walk.
    But if that goes, then very soon
    He will sell everyone who slammed Aldo Moro.
    Oh la la, oh la la.
    The kid, apparently, mistook us for calves.
    You were wrong, dear Giuseppe,
                 and now you are aphids for us.
    Oh la la, o la la, o la la.

We got up from Vincenzo not very early
And after drinking a glass of Chinzano,
Sitting in the old "Trabant",
Let's go to Milan -
Giuseppe plays a bowling alley there.

    Oh la la, oh la la.
    Olive groves and fields.
    Beauties gobbling up mussels.
    Poor thing! He will not see them again.
    Oh la la, oh la la.
    All is well and the teeth do not hurt.
    A bag of sand and cement
                       tires fun dust.
    Oh la la, o la la, o la la.

In Milan, we met Senor Paolo.
He was ill with diabetes and football.
And Inter at this hour
He showed his class.
Paolo was clearly not up to us.

    Oh la la, oh la la.
    Giuseppe cannot be envied.
    Already the fourth goal was scored by Matsolo,
    Our uncle Paolo was completely foolish.
    Oh la la, oh la la.
    The earth walked under him.
    And a bloody sunset on hats
                        lay wide fields.
    Oh la la, o la la, o la la.

When the three of us approached Giuseppe,
Everyone gasped, there was a thrill in the hall.
Vincenzo lagged behind
Paolo took off his hat.
The poor fellow understood everything and sobbed.

    Oh la la, oh la la.
    Poplars rustled in the cemetery.
    And grinning, he said Vincenzo:
    "Son, I will take care of the baby."
    Oh la la, oh la la.
    Paolo did not shoot this evening.
    He turned on the broadcast from the match
                      and drank beer at the helm.
    Oh la la, o la la, o la la.

Vincenzo worked as a master with boldness,
As if all his life he did masonry.
Seven troubles - one answer.
Pristine skeleton
They will be found in excavations in a thousand years.

    Oh la la, oh la la.
    Paolo begged to hear time.
    But the mafiosi do not pay for it,
    And we were still in a hurry to vendetta.
    Oh la la, oh la la.
    Paolo wiped the dusty fields
    A machine gun cleared Vincenzo,
                  I dozed off at the helm.
    Oh la la, o la la, o la la.