Non Lo Faccio Piu'

You synchronize your movements,
every gesture is well studied;
you pull up your hair
you certainly planned it.

You slowly close your eyes,
maybe you think it's more beautiful;
you're afraid of being touched,
it's your first strip tease.

And your mom's shawl
look what becomes of it,
maybe she lent it to you,
maybe she doesn't know.
The velvet shirt
slowly falls down, then you tell me:
'It's not right, you can't see more.'
You cover your body with your hands,
looking for a shadow for your blush;
you're convinced you love me
and I don't deserve your love.
You laugh and run around the room,
you hide but I see you;
it seems like the steps of a dance
that discreet shiver of yours.

And your mom's shawl
look what becomes of it,
the caresses we give each other
no one will ever see.
A pearl of sweat
falls down from your face,
then you tell me in vain:
'I swear, I won't do it anymore'