Italodisco (en inglés)

Italodisco
[Chorus]
There’s nothing to talk about, nothing to talk about
What to talk about, there is nothing to talk about
Because there is nothing to talk about here, there is nothing to talk about
Please dance, please set steps

Because there is nothing to talk about here, there is nothing to talk about
What to talk about, there is nothing to talk about
In the summer there is nothing to talk about, there is nothing to talk about
[Tipper 1]
This is for people in the back seats in Škoda Fabia
What in the traffic jam is always arguing, who inferior penny earns
This is not for people who are still chasing Arkadia
And I’m making applause here only for the Sony Bravia promotion
People are worried, because SOMA on radios
The phrases from the period when I thought I would die here for days
Today a little better, now I am not tired of a devil
It turned out that just a little sunshine, magic
Return of depression probably after the holidays
For the doormat, the sixtieth mandate
My colleagues are the same, in the end they are for you brother
They do not want to get to know each other with themselves and new people
We are so old that we do not have to prove anything anymore

We’re running here on the Vistula again
Big boredom in a big city that saw everything
And on the side of Prague you can see a bonfire
These girls are dancing like in Italo Disco
[Chorus]
But there is nothing to talk about, nothing to talk about
What to talk about, there is nothing to talk about
Because there is nothing to talk about here, there is nothing to talk about
Please dance, please set steps
Because there is nothing to talk about here, there is nothing to talk about
What to talk about, there is nothing to talk about
In the summer there is nothing to talk about, there is nothing to talk about
[Zwrotka 2]
This city smells like Smoothie and Salad Story
This homogenization has stripped us from the soul, think
I see them preparing themselves for the clone’s attack in the twilight
If you fell among the crows, you caw as they do

On the hired meters, we miss home
Today only at events ask “Do you have a problem?”
Come on, do not rule that ladies are ahead
Everyone is looking from the back, these ladies are palindrome, hey
It’s summer, dude, if you miss, write to her
Not after three, just not after five
You see, these SMSs seem memorable
But in the morning iMessage is mumbling and disorder
You want her like figaro, figaro
Recently, everyone in the noses pushes this stuff
He spins the bottle of beer with the police
This is the immortal dance, vivid Italo Disco
Because there is nothing to talk about here
[Chorus]
What to talk about, there is nothing to talk about
Because there is nothing to talk about here, there is nothing to talk about
Please dance, please set steps
Because there is nothing to talk about here, there is nothing to talk about
What to talk about, there is nothing to talk about
In the summer there is nothing to talk about, there is nothing to talk about