L'indiano

There is no way to recover
You make fun of me because you know I care about you
The other night you say you were alone
But I know very well
That there was the Indian with the dune
Makeup....
It takes a magical touch
You make fun of me
You say I'm paranoid
It's not true
I see it clearly
But you pretend nothing
Just because it suits you
Fuck
If I'm a bit Catholic
I shop at the discount store
And then you eat inside Franco's bar
But it doesn't mean anything
The truth is that I love you
More every day...

And you
Treat me like an asshole
More every day
I go out
There's a party outside
If it doesn't end badly
I'll jump out the window
I walk, I smell a good scent, it's cotton candy, it's the smell of smoke
People have so much fun
But I think of you who went out
For the weekend with your trendy friend.
But you don't think of me

And you
Treat me like an asshole
More every day
More every day
More every day
More every day
More every day

And you
Treat me like an asshole
More every day
More every day

The other night
You say you were alone
The other night
You say you were alone
The other night
You say you were alone
But I know very well that there was
The Indian with the dune...
The Indian with the dune...
The Indian with the dune...
The Indian with the dune...
The Indian with the dune...