Hours from caviar to breakfast
now it's late already and i have to go
hours of sleep i've to recuperate
hours to live in a breath
hourse on the beach and it's january
now with the wife of the baker
now it's time to take a photo,
to put it somewhere
back hours to anticipate eventual return
hours ahead to retake those never defended
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...
hours that there is Lucio on the radio
Hours that i'm savouring every kisses of yours
hours that I'm still waiting for you
without saying any word
hours having sex and consumate ourselves,
to broke and forget all
hours hanged to your forgiveness
hours that I am like I am
how many times you wait,motionless the end of the mont
how much you would understand,but you don't know the english!
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...
Hours that i'm watching you sleeping
hours that even the time can wait
hours to recuperate
to unwrap and consumate
hours that nobody is getting shy
hours with my grandfather in the countryside
hours when you are cooking the pig/ you are being nasty (((idk,one of those two))
hours of world record
nights at first side without you,that are not on my side anymore
there is the selfserfice so,while i'm still singing...
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...