I try to conform myself
But I don't even know how much and how, if and why there is
Some attentions
I feel you're looking at me
But I don't know if it's the right place or it's just my imagination
I see you're listening to me
But, here in front of the doors of my temple there's a severe expedition
Foot soldiers, with shields and weapons
That punch me in the face and introduce theirself instead of me, with my name
(He) "Hello..."
(She) "Hello..."
(He) "Are you a singer? Or a writer?
You have an inquiring glance, you look like you're looking for inspiration
Do you drink? Or are you bored?"
(She) "No, not at all, I'm sorry that I always make this impression"
(He) "So in conclusion, what are you thinking?"
For sure, around my brain you can hear the noise of a tractor
(He) "Tell me, what do you do for living?"
Here it is, that's one million dollar question
I don't know...
I'm alive just because they made me born
But my legs are still warm and they're not hot yet
It's not the hurry that can make them stronger
This I understood, but I feel like all of you here
You feel them your own
(He) "I think I like you"
(She) "You can love just what you know, but desire
The rest."
(He) "All the rest?"
He's trying to understand what I'm saying but I'm confusing
(He) "Your neck is nice."
Is he sincere, frank or lordly? Now I answer. (She) "Well, you should look underneath
Where there's the bone,
Under inside, a little bit hidden, it uphold the head, it has a funcion"
On the contrary me...
I'm alive just because they made me born
But my legs are still warm and they're not hot yet
It's not the hurry that can make them stronger
This I understood, and it looks to me a step forward
Not to dig pits
To fill them
For the pleasure of curbing
Some my honest and good intuitions
That I censor
Because of a sense of shame
That depends on my era
In which people spit on other people's pain
And nobody is happy
(She) "So, what's wrong?
What's up?
Who are you?
What do you want?"
(He) "A kiss. A kiss. A kiss."
So, what's wrong? What's up? Who are you?
(She) "Maybe I was a little drunk
I opened myself too much
A kiss no, I risk too much
There's more love inside a kiss than in my bed during all the year
There's more love inside a kiss than in my bed for one year
There's more love inside a kiss than in my bed for one year
There's more love inside a kiss than in my bed for one year
(He) "A kiss. A kiss. A kiss, I wanted just a kiss"