È Un Peccato Morir
Zucchero
It's a Sin to Die
Glory to you in the air
Whoever you are
Alone, alone or in company
But the old story
Yeah yeah it's a sin to die...
Glory to you every time
We are, you'll know, your children
But let's consume one or two at a time
Yeah yeah it's a sin to die...
Yeah...
To full plates at the table
Our people, without arrogance or fuss, and off we go
Yeah yeah my soul goes to this mouth of sun
That takes away my words
Yeah...
Glory to the golden times
I would like to see you again at least before turning one hundred and one
Yeah yeah it's a sin to die
Yeah yeah yeah...
Glory, we are flowers
yeah yeah yeah...
Make her fall in love!
Glory to the little bird
Fly to her, I don't know how to fly
Tell her you are happy in her hands
And that it's a sin to die...
Yeah
To the kisses of the moon
This cow of life
That goes forward in reverse
Yeah yeah to my soul!
To this mouth of sun that silences my words
yeah...
Yeah yeah yeah
Glory, we are flowers
Yeah yeah yeah
Make her fall in love!
Glory to you, divine one
Where will the other life be for a pig
If you are in my destiny
Yeah yeah it's a sin to die...
Glory you are in the air
To you who do certain things with our things
That we are sand
Yeah yeah it's a sin to die...
Yeah yeah what a sin to die...
Yeah...
