Twenty-four hours a day, twelve months a year. It's all about the sound you're about to hear. 
That was style from up above. Out of the speaker, fits like a glove. In an Emmy contest, got 
the tune that's coming up next. When everybody's running for the test. Refresh for the money, 
ching ching. All the girls, bling bling. We're live on a set, make you sweat in effect. My 
lungs can't be killed, the styles that I built, Yeah.....Alright

La parola non ha 
Ne sapore ne idea
Ma due occhi invadenti
Petali d'orchidea
Se non ha 
Anima

Ti sento, la musica si muove appena
Mi accorgo che mi scoppia dentro
Ti sento, un brivido lungo la schiena
Un colpo che fa pieno centro

Mi ami o no
Mi ami o no
Mi ami o no

Twenty-four hours a day, twelve months a year. It's all about the sound, you're about to hear. Right 
out the speaker, sound's crystal clear. Wrong side of the mic, I show no fear.

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Translation:
The word hasn't got
either taste or idea
but two intruding eyes
orchid's petals
if it has no 
soul

I feel you, music just starts moving
but it's a world that blows up inside
a shiver along the back
a shot that slowly hits its target

Do you love me or not?
Do you love me or not?
Do you love me or not?