The ancient art of love
Captures my intentions
Stops me in the heart
Be less demanding then
Because we already have enough
You have other qualities
And you can turn your back on me
Until love turns to dust
Only it's not worth it
Putting out the flame, denying the facts
Your presence
Like a sun has called me my whole life
Illusion, I I want to believe that no
Who told you that I can't
Stop at the next station
Who told you that I I won't turn it off
The cable on this television
My love, let's get out
Cry in other comedies
See you love turns to dust

INVIA LE CORREZIONI