Your kiss is responsable for I'm not sleeping
Your hands are my torment when they do not hug me
Whe you're close I feel crysis
Hands are shaking like at first dance
Your father is guilty that i wander
I come at your window and sing
not money, nor ducats, but the golden heart
and a song I'm giving when i'm buying love
Hey, the drunkard is not for you
Your youth will be ruined with me
Hey, a drunkard is not for you
but nobody will love you like I do