Ambra Angiolini
Miscellaneous
You make me good, you make me bad
Well, you make me good and you make me bad, bad, you make me bad and you make me good.
It's like this that you think you can distinguish everything
what is good, what is bad...
...false, what is true...right, what is unfair...
.. .white what is black...joy and pain,
what is moral and immoral,
this is how you think of teaching me everything...
...sweet what is bitter...rain and serene...
...the feeling of a fist...the feeling of a kiss, just you...
...that... the truth, you know the truth
is that you don't know what it is to love,
you who don't love speak well, you who don't cry...
...you who you've never been sick, what do you know
I let myself get carried away, defenseless and then suffer
it's nothing new...
...and...it's like that that you think I'm wrong about everything,
I don't have half measures, I don't know how to behave,
that I don't use my brain, I have no self-control,
I make a fuss about nothing...I'm eternally wrong...
...I know what love is...
...I who let myself fall in love, defenseless in your heart...
...and do me good, do me bad...

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