I will go to your wedding
wearing the wrong jacket
and the devil in my eyes.
A bottle of white wine in my hand
with the face of a drunken man.
I'll kick the chairs and punch the air.
Two slaps on the priest and a kiss to the husband.
And I will make you cry.
At your wedding,
with the tie undone
and a deck of cards.
And a selfie-stick in my hand.
Strike a pose, I'll take the picture.
I will push the parents, tell them indecent things.
A happy greeting to everyone present.
To our lifelong friends.
At your wedding,
I'd like to know how you feel.
I love you and I hate you.
For better or for worse
we could flee together.
I think it'd be good for you.
Marry me, marry me even though I've made you cry.
Marry me, marry me even though I've made you cry.
At your wedding.
Outside the car will be on,
the street going down.
A caress to your mum, let's go
even if we don't even know where.
We could go buy groceries,
Christmas in a cruise, take me to the moon
if this is the life you've always dreamed of.
At your wedding,
I'd like to know how you feel.
I love you and I hate you.
For better or for worse
we could flee together.
I think it'd be good for you.
Marry me, marry me even though I've made you cry.
Marry me, marry me even though I've made you cry.
'Cause it should be me kissing the wife.
(At your wedding...)
But I've sworn my love for life in front of God.
(At your wedding...)
And no promise will tie me to you.
For worse or for better,
if we won't be together anymore
it's been a real pleasure.
(Marry me, marry me even though...)
(Marry me, marry me even though...)
I will go to your wedding.
I will go to your wedding.
I will go, yes, I will go.
I will go to your wedding.