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I live for her, you know, since
the first time I met her.
I do not remember how, but
she entered within me and stayed there.
I live for her because she makes
my soul vibrate so strongly.
I live for her and it is not a burden.

I live for her too, you know,
and don't be jealous:
she belongs to all those who
have a need that is always switched on
like a stereo in the bedroom,
to someone who is alone and now knows
that she is also for him; for this reason
I live for her.

She is a muse who invites us
to brush her with the fingers.
Through a piano
death remains far away;
I live for her.

I live for her who often knows
how to be sweet and sensual;
sometimes she stuns you but
it is a blow that never hurts.

I live for her. I know she makes me
travel from town to town
and suffer a little, but at least I live.

It is painful when she leaves.
I live in hotels for her.
It grows with supreme pleasure.
I live for her in the vortex.
Through my voice
it expands and produces love.

I live for her, I have nothing else,
and how many others I shall meet
who, like me, have written on their faces
"I live for her."

I live for her
on a dais or against a wall
I live for her to the limit.
...also in a harsh tomorrow.
I live for her to the very edge.
Every day
a conquest;
the protagonist
will always be her.

I live for her because now
I have no other way out,
because, you know, music
is something I have truly never betrayed.

I live for her because she gives me
rests and notes with freedom.
If there were another life I'd live it,
I'd live it for her.

I live for her, music.
I live for her.
I live for her, she is unique.
I live for her.
I live for her.
I live
for her.
Go, I will wait for you
The flowers in the garden mark the time
Here I will draw the day of your return
You are so sure of my love
You take it away with you
Cupped in your hands
When you touch your face
As you still think of me
And if you need to, you can show the world
The world that doesn't know what life there is
In an uncaring absent heart
Doesn't know what life there is
In that only the heart can feel
Doesn't know.

Here I will wait for you
And steal kisses from time
Time is not enough to erase
The memories and the desire that
Remains closed in your hands
That you bring to your face.
You still think of me
It will follow you and passing me in the city
I'll still be here
Dreaming of things that I don't know about you.
Where is the road that you will take on your return
I dream

Here I will wait for you
And steal kisses from time
I dream
A noise, the wind awakens me
And you're already here.
Staje luntana da stu core,
a te volo cu 'o penziero,
niente voglio e niente spero
ca tenerte sempe a fianco a me!
Si' sicura 'e chist'ammore
comm'i' so' sicuro 'e te?

Oje vita, oje vita mia,
oje core 'e chistu core,
si' stata 'o primmo ammore,
e 'o primmo e ll'ùrdemo sarraje pe' me!

Quanta notte nun te veco,
nun te sento 'int'a sti bbracce,
nun te vaso chesta faccia,
nun t'astregno forte 'mbraccio a me?
Ma, scetánnome 'a sti suonne,
mme faje chiagnere pe' te!

Oje vita, oje vita mia,
oje core 'e chistu core,
si' stata 'o primmo ammore,
e 'o primmo e ll'ùrdemo sarraje pe' me!

Scrive sempe e sta' cuntenta,
io nun penzo che a te sola,
nu penziero mme cunzola,
ca tu pienze sulamente a me!
'A cchiù bella 'e tutte bbelle,
nun è maje cchiù bella 'e te!

Oje vita, oje vita mia,
oje core 'e chistu core,
si' stata 'o primmo ammore,
e 'o primmo e ll'ùrdemo sarraje pe' me!


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