Il Bellissimo Mestiere [English translation]

Love

I'm pissed off with love

And it's not your fault, my love,

You, with the new man,

Who brought you together

And fall in love

I know it

Is love, love

And sex its worthy friend

They spied us, you know,

From that mirror,

A kind of altar

Where we looked at each other

Hours, hours, hours

Without drinking or eating

Without breathing as well

Just making love

Without going to the bathroom

To avoid awaking dream

On that bed as island

And now, that all is over ...

Love, love

I'm pissed off with love

But with love, no with you

'Cause I hate you

So tenderly

Also a blind man can see that

I love you desperately

Is it possible to be so asshole

I cry as stupid

Listening songs,

And all this, that bastard,

It didn't say it to me

You suffer like a dog

When the effect has gone

But it, love, love, love [love ...]

Does what it wants

And we pay, you know,

You're a sheet

under another pencil

And I write on another life

Desperately

Wiser and more coherent

A wall fell over me

But I feel fine

But what you want from a love

That make you cry and piss off

However, it just does

Its beautiful job

That is

Love!