Buona (Cattiva) Sorte

You have your father's eyes
Your mother's mouth
On your face, they are still together

Love has destroyed you
It's my own poison
26 letters and we still don't call each other
Your pain is a luxury
Written in black ink
That you throw on the windows if you don't like
What you see

Don't worry, my love
You exist, I exist only
They deny us
They stone us
And we with those stones
Will build a wall

In good bad luck
I will love her, I will love her until death
In good bad luck
I will love her, I will love her until death
Until death until
Until death until
It won't end
Until death until
Until death until
Until death it will end

Until death it will end

And now kiss me hard
Among the paintings at the museum
While you scream: You've changed
And I reply: It's not true

My love is a luxury
Written in fear and tears
I have an obsession for the taste of pain

You want to choose as a profession
And become my jailer
I don't understand what the trick is
But I understand what the plan is
Control from afar

In good bad luck
I will love her, I will love her until death
In good bad luck
I will love her, I will love her until death
Until death until
Until death until
It won't end
Until death until
Until death until
Until death it will end

Kiss me, as long as you want
Kiss me, as if we invented it
Take me, with all my wounds
Take me, as if for a lifetime

In good bad luck
I will love her, I will love her until death
In good bad luck
I will love her, I will love her until death
Until death until
Until death until
It won't end
Until death until
Until death until
Until death it will end