Among the most famous Italian songs we could not fail to mention "Caffè nero bollente", "Hot black coffee", sung by Fiorella Mannoia song presented at the Sanremo Festival in 1981 and gave the singer an enormous popularity.
Written by Mimmo Cavallo and arranged by Antonio Coggio, "Hot black coffee" is a song that describes the condition of a woman who stays at home waiting for the return of her husband, hoping that some gifts of love.
It 'a beautiful song with a bass line: the hoarse voice of Fiorella Mannoia and two simple notes that give a song to a fast-paced erotic, sensual, which develops in a crescendo as in an embrace; Hot black coffee found in the simple rhythm punctuated by two agreements, the power to seduce us ....
Here is a nice video and lyrics in english "Hot black coffee", Caffè nero bollente:
lyrics:
Kill time drinking
coffee 'black hot
heated in this nest
already 'sun-patient
but you you stop at three
Then come home to me
You do not feel more 'no
I poison the mind
A light blue thread
escapes from the damper
and tried in vain for some
to invent in his underwear
a car passes
and a fly flies low
I buzzes turns turns
wrong, but aim
I would try anything
to do outside
and walk without pride
Perhaps a heartthrob
But I like Judas
I sell naked
I know the road
lure you into the woods
lure to draw you into the woods
Voices of street ear
everything is very exciting
in this winter color
coffee 'black hot
so kill the time '
but it will run 'out of here
from this prison house
that makes me a prisoner
With eyes closed
a thousand miles on my own
I hate the alarm clock that wakes me up
Oh my God
But I like Judas
I sell naked
alone on the bed
I embrace my cucco
fasting melancholy
no one
I do not need you
because I did not need you
I do not need you
because I do not need
I only need one of your hands
And kill time drinking
coffee 'black hot
heated in this nest
now only one patient
that burns inside of me
that is as strong as the coffee '
so one afternoon '
oh no I will not stay here
And then I stop
look for a moment
stretch marks of life
are many
A dance in the kitchen
and I am still a child
a lunch wedding
cowboy and 'down' something
and this desire that does not pass
while inside knocks
I do not need you
because I did not need you
I do not need you
because I did not need you
because I did not need you
because I did not need you
because I did not need you
I do not need you
Italian version of that article here
It 'a beautiful song with a bass line: the hoarse voice of Fiorella Mannoia and two simple notes that give a song to a fast-paced erotic, sensual, which develops in a crescendo as in an embrace; Hot black coffee found in the simple rhythm punctuated by two agreements, the power to seduce us ....
Here is a nice video and lyrics in english "Hot black coffee", Caffè nero bollente:
lyrics:
Kill time drinking
coffee 'black hot
heated in this nest
already 'sun-patient
but you you stop at three
Then come home to me
You do not feel more 'no
I poison the mind
A light blue thread
escapes from the damper
and tried in vain for some
to invent in his underwear
a car passes
and a fly flies low
I buzzes turns turns
wrong, but aim
I would try anything
to do outside
and walk without pride
Perhaps a heartthrob
But I like Judas
I sell naked
I know the road
lure you into the woods
lure to draw you into the woods
Voices of street ear
everything is very exciting
in this winter color
coffee 'black hot
so kill the time '
but it will run 'out of here
from this prison house
that makes me a prisoner
With eyes closed
a thousand miles on my own
I hate the alarm clock that wakes me up
Oh my God
But I like Judas
I sell naked
alone on the bed
I embrace my cucco
fasting melancholy
no one
I do not need you
because I did not need you
I do not need you
because I do not need
I only need one of your hands
And kill time drinking
coffee 'black hot
heated in this nest
now only one patient
that burns inside of me
that is as strong as the coffee '
so one afternoon '
oh no I will not stay here
And then I stop
look for a moment
stretch marks of life
are many
A dance in the kitchen
and I am still a child
a lunch wedding
cowboy and 'down' something
and this desire that does not pass
while inside knocks
I do not need you
because I did not need you
I do not need you
because I did not need you
because I did not need you
because I did not need you
because I did not need you
I do not need you
Italian version of that article here
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