L'Amore Si Odia

Noemi scopelleti:
Come here, come here,
That I had to tell you
All those things that, things that,
You didn't want to hear, suffer, enjoy or end.

Come here, come here,
Always the same story
An unstable balance, unstable,
That collapses in the wind of a new glory,
Love hates.

Ah, if it were so easy,
Ah, if you were still in love with me
And every petal, you know,
Pretends to be a rose
For every drop I would like
Deluge over everything
But you no longer deserve
A beat of this life
For all that matters, if it matters,
You are like glue between the fingers.

Fiorella mannoia:
Come here, come here,
I loved you,
But talking about it again is useless, useless,
It no longer makes sense to think of you, understand, try or disappear
Come here, come here,
The usual words
Of a fragile feeling, fragile,
As the asphalt wears out the sole,
Love hates.

N: ah, if it were all easy
N & m: ah, if I were still in love with you

M: and every petal you know
N: pretends to be a rose
M: for every drop I would like
N: deluge over everything

M: but you no longer deserve a beat of this life
N: that all that matters
M: if it matters
N: you are like glue on the fingers

M: and every petal, you know,
Pretends to be a rose
N & m: for every drop I would like
Deluge over everything
M: everything
N: but you no longer deserve
A moment of my life
M: for all that matters
N: if it matters,
You are my imprint on the fingers.