CORLEONE

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

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

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

I have an empire
A shining palace and a deep sorrow
Listen to me whoever wants
To drown the bitterness that comes, I'll buy a round

Baby, I assure you
If I die tomorrow, I'll be at peace
I have to close deals
And leave my will to my sister Sofia