Magico

To begin, I would like to open my heart
If time allows, maybe I'll write a song
Feeling life, that is fundamental
Not hiding anything, singing what needs to be sung
It makes sense if the magic is in being
Being oneself, being a magician, magical ideal
A magical ideal
Your magical ideal, me you

You are too good for a guy like me
Your languid hands make me hallucinate
So indecent, so fiery like the sun
That the stars don't want to forget it
It makes sense if the magic is in being
Being oneself, being a magician, magical ideal
Magical ideal, a magical ideal
Tell me if there's an owner in that heart
If it's a spell or pure illusion
Climb into the dream, come discover
Your magical ideal, magical, magical ideal

To sing, one must have a lot of passion
Feeling life with love, with devotion
A small nut split with a sigh
Touched the moon on a midsummer night
It makes sense if the magic is in being
Being oneself, being a magical ideal