Il lupo - Raffaella Carrà

Il lupo è arrivato stanotte,

Aveva fame aveva sete

E mi ha chiuso nella sua rete

Il lupo gioca con la sua zampa,

mi fa male, mi fa saltare,

ma… è un buon animale

Per lui ho una bella faccia, ho belle mani ah

Mi morde sul collo e scappa via

Ho un po' di malinconia

Sarò la sua signora, la sua signora mi ha giurato sulla sua parola

Io non so stare da sola, perché ho lui che mi rincuora

Sarò il suo sentimento, quando lo faccio contento

E non so perché mi arrendo se niente da lui poi pretendo

Il lupo è sdraiato sul letto, aveva freddo, adesso ha caldo

Questo amore lo tengo saldo

Il lupo mi accarezza le ciglia, mi sa trattare, sa come fare

Ma nel mio cuore non può entrare

Per lui ho soltanto affetto, rispetto… oh

Lo lego, ma poi, scappa via ho un po' di malinconia

Sarò la sua signora, la sua signora mi ha giurato sulla sua parola

Io non so stare da sola, perché ho lui che mi rincuora

Sarò il suo sentimento, quando lo faccio contento

E non so perché mi arrendo, se niente da lui poi pretendo

Sarò il suo sentimento, quando lo faccio contento

E non so perché mi arrendo

Se niente da lui poi…

Il lupo lo faccio contento, contento, contento

(Grazie a Francesco per questo testo)

The wolf came tonight,

She was hungry she was thirsty

And she locked me in her net

The wolf plays with his paw,

he hurts me, he makes me jump,

but… it's a good animal

For him I have a beautiful face, I have beautiful hands ah

He bites me on the neck and runs away

I have a little bit of melancholy

I will be his mistress of him, his mistress of him has sworn to me on his word

I don't know how to be alone, because I have him who heartens me

I'll be her feeling of him when I make him happy

And I don't know why I give up if I demand nothing from him

The wolf is lying on the bed, he was cold, now he's hot

I keep this love steady

The wolf caresses my lashes, he knows how to treat me, he knows how

But he can't enter my heart

For him I have only affection, respect ... oh

I tie it, but then, it runs away I have a bit of melancholy

I will be his mistress, his mistress of him swore me on his word

I don't know how to be alone, because I have him who heartens me

I'll be her feeling of him when I make him happy

And I don't know why I give up, if nothing from him then I expect

I'll be her feeling of him when I make him happy

And I don't know why I give up

If nothing from him then ...

I make the wolf happy, happy, happy

(Thanks to Francesco for this text)