CORLEONE

This ambition is killing me
I told my friend Tatiana
Nailed at the airport
Video call connection

I wonder if it's God
The ray of sunlight coming through the window (Stiff!)
Every day at 6 AM in the morning

I smoke a cigarette, tears and sorrow, glory and peace
And even if I get everything, I always want more
I count money, I count loves, I brush my hair
And I ask the waiter for a sweet Martini to stay calm

I have an empire
A brilliant palace and a very deep sorrow
Listen to me whoever wants to
Drown the bitterness that comes, I'll buy you a round

Baby, I assure you
If I die tomorrow, I won't be at peace
I have to close deals
And leave the will to my sister Sofia