You say everywhere that he is very handsome and that you think
that no boy ever knew how to please you in this way.
You also say that, in the end, a great emptiness
breaks your heart when you see him close to me.
Good luck to everyone, you have to earn your love.
You should not think that for you it's a done deal
because I love him—I love him—I love him as well.
When I see him, just like you, my life ignites,
and when his eyes, gazing at me, seem troubled—
no doubt we have the same weapons
and it is not necessary to cheat but rather to fight.
Good luck to everyone, you have to earn your love.
You should not think that for you it's a done deal
because I love him—I love him—I love him as well.
You go in circles threatening me with your anger.
But why hold up your fists day after day?
Because if I lose and tomorrow he chooses you,
then that's too bad—me, I will say that's the way it goes.
Good luck to everyone, you have to earn your love.
to everyone good luck—
to everyone good luck—
to everyone good luck...