Acidito

Last night the Moon was reflected
On the mirror of the lagoon
And it reminded me of an illusion
That I carry in my heart

Last night the Moon was reflected
On the mirror of the lagoon
And it reminded me of an illusion
That I carry in my heart like no other

Like the prick of a lemon
It pierced my heart
And left me without illusion
Without love and without fortune

Like the prick of a lemon
It pierced my heart
And left me without illusion
Without love and without fortune

Under a lemon tree in bloom
I don't forget the I love you, my love
Under a lemon tree in bloom
I don't forget the I love you, my love

Although I should forget you
Because the flowering has passed
And it falls from the plant
Sour, the little lemon juice

Drop by drop it falls
And burns in my heart
Drop by drop it falls
And burns in my heart

Last night as the flash passed by
It painted in the blue of your sky
With ink from my heart
A picture of illusion

Last night as the flash passed by
It painted in the blue of your sky
With ink from my heart
A picture of illusion and yearning

Sour is the taste
Like nectar of love
That is hidden in a flower
Of a lemon tree in heat

Sour is the taste
Like nectar of love
That is hidden in a flower
Of a lemon tree in heat

Under a lemon tree in bloom
I don't forget the I love you, my love
Under a lemon tree in bloom
I don't forget the I love you, my love

Although I should forget you
Because the flowering has passed
And it falls from the plant
Sour, the little lemon juice

Drop by drop it falls
And burns in my heart
Drop by drop it falls
And burns in my heart