Confusione

You just call it a dirty old scam
But it's a mistake, it's oil
Too smart not to be sincere
But it really is black gold
Why shouldn't I tell you everything I feel in my heart?
Why shouldn't I talk to you about everything, even about a new love of mine?
Are you or are you not above all my great passions?

Confusion
Confusion, sorry
If you are the daughter of the usual illusion
And if you get confused
Confusion
You would like to embalm even the last and smallest emotion

If you think coal burns better
It's a delusion, it's oil
However, if you love the smoke of a candle more than fire
Don't use black gold
But why shouldn't I release any feeling for whoever it is?
You know, I certainly wouldn't feel you were any less mine for that
But who ever said that we must love our neighbor as ourselves with moderation?

Confusion
Confusion, sorry
If you are the daughter of the usual illusion
And if you get confused
Confusion
You would like to embalm even the last and smallest emotion

Confusion
Confusion

And do not say that for my own convenience I make an ancient privilege of man mine
Because you would still be free if you want to be free like I am
You believe that but you believe that someone can give you love if he is not the master of love
Confusion
Confusion I'm sorry
If you are the daughter of the usual illusion and if you are confused
Confusion
You would like to embalm even the last and smallest emotion