Innamorata d'amore [English translation]

I curse the moment

that I shoved you into the wall—

slowly I stared you down,

and I kissed you with my tongue.

Curse your beer

that I mixed with whiskey.

Curse my hands

that clasped the pillow.

Curse that thing

that I poured out of my heart.

Curse your words—

you, poet of love.

I cut out your photo

with the violin bow.

I hold onto only my bones.

I don't want you any closer.

And in love with love,

you only put up with me when it suits you.

And we who are in love with true love,

let it drive us crazy:

to live you have to love.

I curse your escape;

you took the suitcase;

you opened your door;

I freaked out.

I curse our love

and that pact of blood.

Gradually I am alone

without even your pants.

And in love with love,

you only put up with me when it suits you.

And we who are in love with true love,

let it drive us crazy:

to live you have to love.

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In love with love.

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