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.