I always had the impression that love
is a bug that eats your insides,
and that goes, from the outside in, crushing your foundations...
I always knew that love was a matter
only two by two.
Two by two.
And now I am sure that, of the two,
one always, always lets himself be loved.
It is more comfortable and simple,
although it has no emotion.
I always knew that love was a matter
only two by two.
Two by two.
Tell me Tell me, tell me if it's not true
that salt and pepper is conquering.
Playing cat and dog at the slightest opportunity.
I always knew that love was a matter
only two by two.
Two by two.
And now listen to me. I have to tell you something and I only know... that love... is a bug that is born, that lives, that dies inside you. I always knew that love was question
only two by two.
Two by two.
You tell me, swear to me it's not true,
that your heart won't burst if she passes by without knocking.
Often it is something clear, and often it is something gray
learning to build what is in the middle between her and you.
I always knew that love was a matter
only two by two .
Two by two.

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