It is often a mere trifle,
a simple gesture of her hand,
that has utterly changed
all my smallest habits,
I like it...
I'm telling you, just between us,
but all of those loose encounters
left me the bitter taste
of a strange loneliness
afterwards..
If I'm in love, it's no lie of mine,
You may laugh if you will, you'll have to believe it..
It's like in an old rock'n' roll
song, a radio -set's humming in my mind.
Like in an age-old rock'n' roll,
Shake hands with a tru/ ly insane mad man...
On my neck putting her bridle,
A bittersweet and charming girl
fills and improves my life
so much I can't describe it..
I mean, a lot.
I still know too / little of her
But, precisely, what I guess of her
starts a new game with her
where she appeals to me
and prevails...
If I'm in love, it's no lie of mine,
You may laugh if you will, you'll have to believe it..
It's like in an old rock'n' roll
song, a radio -set's humming in my mind.
Like in an age-old rock'n' roll,
Shake hands with a tru/ ly insane mad man...