Some days it is much better
some days I'm not wrong
I clearly see what there is
the hills, the shop windows
my room to be painted (white)
this face that is good ... already as it is.
I look at the sun by face
until I water (tears)
until ... we'll see
who'll first lower his eyes
My girlfriends are bitter
when we speak a little about love
however each one knows ... what she knows
I can say my own on men
I knew someone of them
someone it just seemed to me;
someone, I really took the wrong one
and someone, I'll be mistaken.
But I can say my own on men
over a cup of milk
with one blanket too many
as soon as the night ends
I'll surely (be able to) invent something
. . . . . .
Some days it's right better
any slightest detail
I can clearly hear what there is
the laughs, the sirens,
the surprises of an April
this heart that is fine ... already as it is.
And scents and odors
are a little more true
until ... we will see
who'll first lower his heart
My friends can stay
on the side of love
anyway each one knows ... what she knows
I can say my own on men
I knew someone of them
someone it just seemed to me;
someone, I really took the wrong one
and someone, I'll be mistaken.
But I can say my own on men
a cup of burning milk
and that blanket in excess
as soon as the night ends
I'll surely (be able to) invent something
Some days it's always better
I look forward and I'm not mistaken
I exactly know what there's for me
And I can say my own on men
I knew someone of them
someone it just seemed to me;
someone, I really took the wrong one
and someone, I'll be mistaken.
But I can say my own on men
over a cup of milk
with one blanket too many
as soon as the night ends
I'll surely (be able to) invent something...