As when you're pretending
not blood but red polish
water and salt, and not tears I tasted
getting excited like in a battle
fire and dry grass of figurants
and our hearts are horses shaking inside us
Loving each other is like running away
and what have done, what have I ever said?
It's not the truth
that the more you say it, the more you never say it
It's my illusion that is real
And that proudly flows through the fingers of life
it gives the sond and beautiful images of the two of us
Wonderful confusion
between the dialogues and the positions
and every passionate weight is a blow
Butnot the truth
that is always another story, but not hers
hers, who between my kisses is made of love
It's improvvisation
it's not wind and it's not sun
Better if there is no nasty rain
loving each other is like climbing up
on a screen made of of illusion
and then believe that that ivy is real
And lies, my girl
long nose and the taste for goodbyes
It's not the truth
that the more you say it, the more you never say it
it's life that you don't know
maybe like me, you'll live again
when I'm gonna sing my love to you
and when all the swears
made to you are tricks
made to life, that astonished will sideslip
lving each other is, before understanding,
making the reason in us fool
It's not the truth
that the more you say it, the fewer kisses you'll get
It's my illusion that is real
And who loves sings
among the voices of life
water who meets its flowing
or maybe it's better not to sing
to shut up if it's not for love
and somebody has to do it and it's me
that will sing to you
and like in an escape I'll go into your heart
It's not the truth
that the more you say it, the more you never say it
because singing is
is for love
is for love
is for love