It's the dead of night and I'm awake
You are always my obsession
Together with you, I was better
And the more I think of you, the more I love you
All the trouble made to have you
For this love that was an unripe fruit
And now that I love you, I lose you
Again, again, again
Because I, since that night
I have never made love, without you
And I don't give a damn about anything, without you
Even if I met an angel, I would say
You don't make me fly as high as she
It's the dead of night and I'm awake
And I redress myself and I undress again
This desire makes me restless
That sooner or later I will make the error
Of coming to your house like a madman
And throw rocks at your lit window
And kick at your closed door
Again, again, again
Because I, since that night
I have never made love, without you
And I don't give a damn about anything, without you
Even if I met an angel, I would say
You don't make me fly as high as she
Again, my love
Again, my love
Because I, since that night
I have never made love, without you
And I don't give a damn about anything, without you