Moriré de Amor (con Jovanotti)

There’s not a single day that’s truly free,
day when I can go more than an hour without seeing you,
my love is a full-time job,
twenty-four hours, seven days, twelve months,
I can hold my breath for two minutes
but I die after just one second without breathing you in,
I can fast for a day, or two, even three
and I lose my mind if I’m an hour without tasting you.

What’s happened, I don’t know,
what have you done to me, I don’t know,
I only know that if you leave, I’ll die,
What’s happened, I don’t know,
what have you done to me, I don’t know,
I only know that if you leave,
I’ll die of love.

I’m an apple waiting on the tree
and if you don’t pick me soon, I’ll wither away,
I’m a neurotransmitter in its neuron
waiting for your spark to activate me.

What’s happened, I don’t know,
what have you done to me, I don’t know,
I only know that if you leave, I’ll die,
What’s happened, I don’t know,
what have you done to me, I don’t know,
I only know that if you leave,
I’ll die of love.

Firmly leaning into the void,
my life hangs by a thread that you hold,
if they weighed my heart in pounds,
they’d see it weighs exactly what you weigh.

What’s happened, I don’t know,
what have you done to me, I don’t know,
I only know that if you leave, I’ll die,
What’s happened, I don’t know,
what have you done to me, I don’t know,
I only know that if you leave,
I’ll die of love,
I’ll die of love,
I’ll die of love,
I’ll die of love...