Every holy day I wake up
and look outside the window to see what happens
in this part of the universe,
then I see you!
Then I see you, running on the street
but who knows where you're going?
With those sunglasses, you look like Elton John
on a day he got lost.
Sentimental complications.
It's easier to look at your butt while you walk away
but who knows if you also
eat pizza with your hands.
Electronic relationships.
The heartbeat of the ether
and you'll see it's easy to fall in love with you
'cause you're younger.
Every holy day I wake up,
I turn on the radio and you stay in bed.
You sleep a bit more
while I shave on the mirror.
Particular combinations.
I look like your father if I put my glasses on.
But if I grab you by the hand,
we walk away like two butterflies.
Telephonic secretaries.
Your Venus-like strabism.
It's strange, this mess
you always bring with you
'cause you're younger and stupider.
Don't get mad, you're unique.
I'm already afraid of losing
if I fall in love with you
'cause you're younger.
(Tatatatara... tatatatatara...)
Come on, turn that cellphone off.
(Tatatatara... tatatatatara...)
But what do you mean who is Mick Jagger?
(Tatatatara... tatatatatara...)
Come on, I don't feel like it, I'm tired.
(Tatatatara... tatatatatara...)
Leave me alone!
Electronic incomprehension.
And don't tell me to grow up.
Who do you think you are?
I don't need you
'cause you're younger and stupider.
You're not the first and won't be the last,
but you haven't understood yet
that I've fallen in love with you
'cause you're younger.
(Tatatatara...)
And stupid!
(Tatatatara...)
What music do you listen to?
(Tatatatara... tatatatatara...)
Young and stupid!
(Tatatatara...)
Come on, I was joking!
(Tatatatara...)
No, no, no, no, no, no!
(Tatatatara...)
My back hurts!
(Tatatatara...)
Martina! It's not like I'm twenty!
(Tatatatara...) Stupid!
(Tatatatara...) Stupid young girl!
(Tatatatara...) Stupid young girl!
(Tatatatara...) Stupid and young!
Stupid and young!
(Tatatatara...)
(Tatatatara...)