Più Ci Penso

Your short hair how it has changed
No, don't tell me who has caressed them
If I were a painter I would burn your portrait
But I'm just a distracted lover
I can't dance and I don't want to
You left me alone with my pride
My soul in a labyrinth
Where I put out the fire with my hands
But how do you want me to tell you to stay
If I touch you and yet we are far apart
The more I think about it, the more I want her
Even though in my mind you are different
My thirst grows until there is no water
And now that you are here
The more I think about it, the more I want her
My strengths as a man are few, I lose
I approach and rediscover your breast
And your scent like a sweet poison
Breaks the memory of pure emotions
She had a sweet fear
Your gaze cuts like a sickle
I suffer your presence
But I can't do without her
I'm here with you, consuming my heart
No one will love me like her
The more I think about it, the more I want her
Even though in my mind you are the most beautiful
My thirst grows until there is no water
And now that you are here
The more I think about it, the more I want her
The more I think about it, the more I want her
Even though in my mind you are different
My thirst grows until there is no water
And now that you are here
The more I think about it, the more I want her