The night is coming
This growing fever, do you know what is?
Punctual you arrive and everyone goes crazy for you
By day, maybe you got a problem, yes
but the night will change you
a star that shines above each city
You move well on those stilettos
ok Italy
Classic charm and a bit of nostalgia
Sometimes you're a free beach
Sometimes a risk to be avoided
Dance steps, while the pace picks up more
Sweet and nasty make another promise, you
The socks with black line
At the same time sexy and austere
Your flag wavers and just covers you
You move slowly and you let yourself look
ok Italy
Swing hips as only you know how to do
You're a fast train which is always late
You're a big dream to cross
But the wet dream is a song that I do not know
suspended between the tarantella and rock'n'roll