More songs by Siles
More songs by Albert RCB
Description
Everything around you sparkles and smells expensive - as if the evening were a mixture of perfume, smoke, and frivolous flirtation. Here, temptation is not a feeling, but a style: impeccably ironed, with a Dior label and a slight smirk that knows its worth. Everything is like a scene from a film, where the music pumps evenly to the beat, and every glance is a small crime committed for pleasure.
In this world of luxury and posturing, there is not a shred of sincerity, but there is excitement: a game of ‘who will blink first’ between him, her and the reflection in the glass. And when the night is over, the scent remains - slightly sweet, slightly cheeky, like the memory of a dance where both knew how it would end, but went ahead anyway.
Lyrics: Sails
Music: Albert RCB, Sails, Andy Dust
Producer: Albert RCB
Mixing/Mastering: Albert RCB
Lyrics and translation
Original
To niewiarygodne mała, że siedzisz tu sama. Przecież widzisz jak to działa.
To ciało do ciała. Ona pyta co jest na mnie.
To Dolce Gabbana i w ule widzę w bieżni, kiedy mówię, że nie jestem z tą.
Louis Vuitton Pacific Chill. Wyróżniam się tym, że pachnę jak nikt.
W ręku Ketorsen, nie żaden Wii. Wchodzę jak Corleone na ten bit. O-o-omerta.
Nie powiem nikomu, jeśli wrócisz dzisiejszej nocy do domu ze mną, a nie z nim.
Ze mną, a nie z nim.
To niewiarygodne mała, że siedzisz tu sama. Przecież widzisz, jak to działa.
To ciało do ciała. Ona pyta, co jest na mnie. To Dolce Gabbana.
I w ule widzę w bieżni, kiedy mówię, że nie jestem z tą.
To elegancja. DG life on.
Okulary, układ i cały fit Dior.
Jesteś gorąca jak sycylijska broń. Nostra tak jak Cosa Nostra.
Z tobą czuję się jak don.
To niewiarygodne mała, że siedzisz tu sama. Przecież widzisz jak to działa.
To ciało do ciała. Ona pyta co jest na mnie. To Dolce Gabbana.
I w ule widzę w bieżni, kiedy mówię, że nie jestem z tą.
English translation
It's unbelievable, little one, that you're sitting here alone. You see how it works.
It's body to body. She asks what's on me.
It's Dolce Gabbana and I see beehives on the treadmill when I say I'm not with this one.
Louis Vuitton Pacific Chill. I stand out because I smell like no one else.
Ketorsen in hand, not any Wii. I'm like Corleone on this beat. O-o-omerta.
I won't tell anyone if you come home with me tonight and not him.
With me, not him.
It's unbelievable, little one, that you're sitting here alone. You see how it works.
It's body to body. She asks what's on me. It's Dolce Gabbana.
And in the beehives I see in the treadmill when I say I'm not with this one.
It's elegance. DG life on.
Glasses, layout and the whole Dior fit.
You're as hot as a Sicilian gun. Nostra just like Cosa Nostra.
With you I feel like a don.
It's unbelievable, little one, that you're sitting here alone. You see how it works.
It's body to body. She asks what's on me. It's Dolce Gabbana.
And in the beehives I see in the treadmill when I say I'm not with this one.