The stars are many, millions of millions
the light of the streetlamp is reflecting on the shiny street.
Seated or not seated, I am always doing my part,
with the soul running on empty and the heart that doesn't start up.
However, I still remember Giovanna
but it's a memory that's worth ten lire,
and there is nothing to understand.
My wife has many men,
each one is a bet, lost every morning in the mirror of the coffee.
I love her wrinkles but she doesn't understand it,
She has a heart of a baker and perhaps she is cheating on me.
However Giovanna was the best
but it's a memory that's worth ten lire.
and there is nothing to understand.
If you were made of ice and I was made of snow,
how cold my love, we should think carefully to make love.
It is right what you say, but your kicks hurt,
I envy you nothing,
and I have nothing special.
But if your eyes were cherries, I would have nothing to say about it,
and there is nothing to understand.
It's been too long my love, that we have been playing chess
they say to me that you are winning and they are laughing like crazy,
but I didn't know that it was a game
I can concede the victory to you and hold on to my life.
However if one day you will return to these parts,
bring me back my eyes and your rifle.
And there is nothing to understand.