Malavita

Monnalisa is her stage name
And she gets lost for a moment
Among the music of the squares

The sun beats on the shutters
She smokes alone, but meanwhile she cries
She seems much older than me

But she's a worldly girl
Daughter of the port
And she dances on a box
Her heart quickly teaches her
That she's no longer a girl

She hates photos
Dreams of a motorcycle
That goes fast and that's it
She runs away from a God who speaks
The jargon of the underworld

But life, but life
But life, but life
But life, but life
But life, but life

It always reveals a sea of things to you
Under the veils of young brides
Her dark eyes seem like yours

Monnalisa, Monnalisa
Monnalisa, Monnalisa
Who has never seen a bunch of roses
It won't be because of your name
You don't love, you just make love
You don't love, you just make love

Red eyes, as with flashes
Underworld, dreaming of cash
Desires that send her head into a crash

Field violet won't be just another one
Mouth of wine the color of Lent
Who will have to sell her skin dearly
To a bad merchant of stars

Under a moon
That looks like a coin
A silver knuckle-duster
Above a silk glove

She hates photos
Dreams of a motorcycle
That goes fast and that's it
She runs away from a God who speaks
The jargon of the underworld

But life, but life
But life, but life
But life, but life
But life, but life

It always reveals a sea of things to you
Under the veils of young brides
Her dark eyes seem like yours

Monnalisa, Monnalisa
Monnalisa, Monnalisa
Who has never seen a bunch of roses
It won't be because of your name
You don't love, you just make love

Monnalisa is her stage name
And she wanted to gamble
Her luck but it's already far from here

They saw her on a train
Running away from her poison
The past is a snake in the bosom if it's from

But life, but life
But life, but life
But life, but life
But life, but life

It always reveals a sea of things to you
Under the veils of young brides
Her dark eyes seem like yours

Monnalisa, Monnalisa
Monnalisa, Monnalisa
Who has never seen a bunch of roses
It won't be because of your name
You don't love, you just make love

You smile, but you hide pain
You don't love, you just make love