Una Donna Per Amico

Maybe I don't know what I'm saying,
choosing you - a woman - as a friend,
but my job is to live life
whether it's everyday or unknown;
I love you, strong, weak companion
who sometimes learns and sometimes teaches.
Excitement is the symptom of love
that we can't give up.
Consequences often make us suffer,
we take turns consoling each other
and you, dear friend, console me
because we always find ourselves alone.
Who did you fall in love with?
Too docile, not right for you.
I know I become unpleasant
but it's always better than being hypocritical.
Fine, do as you wish, my advice never.
I give up, do as you wish
we'll meet as usual later.
But what a disaster, I curse myself
I chose you - a woman - as a friend,
but my job is to live life
whether it's everyday or unknown;
I hate you, strong, weak companion
who learns few times and teaches too much.
There's not a tire that doesn't puncture.
You're the sealant, my old friend.
I'm the patch, what a shame.
Who cares, it's your turn, go ahead, dream.
I love you, strong, weak companion
who sometimes learns and sometimes teaches.
Have I fallen in love? Yes, a bit.
Brainwashed? I won't say no.
To me, they're all a bit pathetic.
Jealousy is not allowed.
You know what I want, you won't stop me.
You're a pain in the ass,
but you can always laugh later.
But what a disaster, I curse myself
I chose you - a woman - as a friend,
but my job is to live life
whether it's everyday or unknown;
I love you, strong, weak companion
who sometimes learns and sometimes teaches.