But all the songs
are telling the same story
There is always a boy
and a girl in despair
she calls him
and he doesn't listen to her
he sees only her
but she doesn't see him
we make films about it
and divine tragedies
of this situation
(we make) rocks and spleen
melody that we hear everywhere
Oh I need you baby
I need you baby
Baby yes I do {2x}
It is still "always" that
rhymes with oh oh
that thing you have to distinguish it
my first is desire
my second pleasure
my third is to suffer
oh oh
and my everything is made of memories
she sticks paintings
of pencil over the figure
he puts to her small earings
to give her style
we want to please
we want dates
then a day it is the war
that game drive us crazy
there is danger for the victims
a murderer murderer
the murderer you have to guess
his first is the desire
his second pleasure
his third is to be in pain
oh oh
and his everything is made of memories
this is a teenager with vague melancholy
or well nights with a desire to die
hanging on the fishhook of the soul mate
that is always breathing a sigh
ah ah...
But all the songs
are telling the same story
this storu that you have to distinguish
my first
my first
my first is desire
my second pleasure
my third is to suffer
oh oh...
my first is desire
my second pleasure
my third is to suffer
oh oh...
my first is desire
my second is pleasure
my third is to suffer
oh oh... {2x}
and my everything is made of memories oh oh...