Passione
Enzo Gragnaniello
Passion
The further away you are from me,
The closer I feel you...
Maybe at this moment
What are you thinking... what are you doing!...
You got into my veins,
A sweet poison...
How heavy is this cross
That I drag for you!...
I want you... I think of you... I call you...
I see you... I feel you... I dream of you...
It's a year, it seems like a year -
That these eyes can't
Find peace anymore?...
And I walk, I walk...
But I don't know where I'm going...
I'm always drunk
And I never drink wine...
I made a vow
To the snow Madonna:
If this fever passes,
I'll give her gold and pearls...
I want you... I think of you... I call you...
I see you... I feel you... I dream of you...
It's a year, it seems like a year -
That these eyes can't
Find peace anymore?...