Una Rosa Blu

A blue rose on your skin
You remind me of snobby and blonde London with a hint of madness
They talk about you... it seems like you fit in
That you warm up quickly and then everything else doesn't suit you
But if you were mine, I would tie you up
With a lace to your heart that hurts when you leave
I would write it on my skin
That I like you just the way you are
With the tattoo of that blue rose
That is your courage and your extra resource
And I tell you about me, about her, but who cares
But it had to go this way
And I don't even realize what 'I love you' means
That the rose on your chest has opened up more

A blue rose that doesn't go away
Sweet and a bit perverse, like your fantasy
A blue rose like no other
But a rare thing is me tonight, asking it of you

I would write it on my skin
Love in a car, there's no magic
A tattoo because it goes where you go
To the sea or wherever as long as we can escape
And I tell you about you, about her, but who cares
But it had to go this way
And I don't even realize that I told you 'I love you'
When your blue rose opens up on your chest

If you were mine, I would tie you up... but there's no lace to your heart
To the sea or wherever you were, your blue rose pricks me
Sweet and a bit perverse is your fantasy
But a blue rose on my skin
I realize now, step by step
That it doesn't go away anymore