If there is no love in your power cords,
If the voice is ice cold in your telephone channel,
I can understand and I can forgive,
I make calls into void, I've forgotten the number.
The day that's gone ain't the day that is now,
You can't gain eternity, sitting on pillows.
You will hang on the chair the forgotten ghost of
My bygone presences and my wet greetings.
"Casanova, Casanova," -
Please call me like that.
I like how it sounds.
In this city of women,
Looking for old age,
I need his very blood,
I need his compassion.
Casanova, Casanova,
Why do we make complex,
What is simpler than simple?
You are my woman and
I am your man now.
And if you need a reason,
Then this is the reason.
If your voice can be heard, hence you ain't yet asleep,
You're glowing like bronze piece, like summer undressed, as
You lure to your light all winged creatures of night,
But you don't want to warm up no one with this limelight.
Imitating the lead of the neighbors' peep holes,
You are shamefully spying on your own naked body.
But you don't see the fetters from lead on your loins,
Even though you can even notice black in white color.
"Casanova, Casanova," -
Please call me like that.
I like how it sounds.
In this city of women,
Looking for old age,
I need his very blood,
I need his compassion.
Casanova, Casanova,
Why do we make complex,
What is simpler than simple?
You are my woman and
I am your man now.
And if you need a reason,
Then this is the reason.
Every day will bring you ten new worries to wilt,
And then every night will get you facial line rows.
Where have you been when the raft's being built
For you and for all those who are drifting on ice floe?