Troppo Bella

The drops that fall into the pond
make concentric circles and invade the dream
of creatures embraced at the forest's edge
of a different woman that I don't even know
It's not so much others that I fear
other hands still leave you pure
you are cold and distant no matter how you touch yourself
there's an experience that kills inside your eyes

too beautiful to stop you here
too great the evil you do to me
but sand never stays inside a fist
I wish to hate you to know
if a boat without the sea makes sense or not

too beautiful to go on the way
don't look at you but feel you mine
and touch with fingers your fantasy
to return home slowly
to imprint in my mind your face

and now boredom yawns beside us
you seem alive but you only breathe
and it's normal to make love but excuse me
maybe it's better to get up and go back home
too beautiful...

too beautiful to love you my friend
then look at you and feel you mine and touch you
to reassure myself a bit
to return home...