Weasel

There's a fever that burns more than the fire

And flammes that go higher than higher ...

There are pains and joys that fly like birds,

and people swim with a back wind.

It's not easy to say hello

It's not easy to say goodbye

How can I try to cure my love ?

There's a hole in my life, and a weasel within.

I don't like to avoid mistakes,

But it's as easy as to take a plane to ... where ?

Too young, forever too young

Your brittle heart was not so strong ...

I stand still.

Sometimes, I ask to myself

Is it me or was it you ?

Love is the hurting you can't cure with pain.

Oh, I'll never be that blind again,

You didn't kiss my eyes, you gave me glasses.

I never say " regrets " , shame of being imperfect

That is not me.

Asses and drinks as in a movie,

But you and your lips were candy ... like campari

Love ... love ... love : the hurting.