Malattia d'amore - Pupo

Canto un’amore lontano

Canto un’amore tenuto per mano

Che guando tira vento poi sa

Piegarsi e no spezzarsi mai

Canto un’amore che

Mi fa paura ma non so perch?

Canto un’amore, bambinoggine come te

Canto un’amore che stato

Un po' nascosto e dimenticato

Il mio sorriso era sbiadito

E doccia rifiorito gi?

Canto un amore che

Mi fa paura e adesso so perch?

Perch?

tutto sommato amo ancora solo te

E malattia d’amore

Non si puo guarire

Un gioco di parole

Non va mai a finire

E malattia d’amore

Non ti fa dormire

Dubbio che chi sale

Che ti fa impazzire

Canto un’amore sbandato

Ma niente al mondo la mai ferito

Nato da una gocia d’aqcua

Adesso il fiume della mia citt?

Canto un’amore che

Che non diventi un’abitudine

Canto un pensiero segreto cesso dentro me

E malattia d’amore

Non si puo guarire

La vita il suo colore

Non lo puoi cambiare

E malattia d’amore

Tu non voui guarire

Nacse un nuovo amore

Un altro va a finire

E malattia (pi? non dovrei, pi? ci penso) d’amore

Non ti fa (solo qestione di tempo) dormire

E dubbio che,(e una ferita chi sale) chi sale

Che ti fa (chiesi di la infamale) impazzire

I sing a distant love

I sing a love held by the hand

What when the wind blows then you know

Bend and never break

I sing a love that

It scares me but I don't know why?

I sing a love, little children like you

I sing a love that was

A little hidden and forgotten

My smile had faded

And shower bloomed already?

I sing a love that

It scares me and now I know why?

Why?

all in all I still love only you

It is love sickness

It cannot be healed

A play on words

It never ends

It is love sickness

It doesn't make you sleep

Doubt who goes up

That drives you crazy

I sing a disbanded love

But nothing in the world ever hurt her

Born from a drop of water

Now the river of my city?

I sing a love that

That it does not become a habit

I sing a secret thought inside me

It is love sickness

It cannot be healed

Life its color

You can't change it

It is love sickness

You don't want to heal

A new love was born

Another one turns out

And disease (the more I shouldn't, the more I think about it) of love

It doesn't make you (just a matter of time) sleep

It is doubtful that (it is a wound who goes up) who goes up

What makes you (I asked the infamous) crazy