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Being with you has been bitter
but it is bitter that I desire.
Come and leave on my lips
a piece of your heaven.
Being with you has been sweet
but it is the kind of sweet that poisons.
Still, mix in the air
and run through my veins.
The time has come
to stop this nonsense
that for more flying villas;
I always return to the same place.
And without you...
sweet tastes bitter.
And without you...
I'm left in the middle.
Whether it's day or night,
I don't care.
Without you it doesn't taste like anything, no no.
Being with you is complicated
(Come and bring those lips closer to me)
If you ask me, I don't know what I'm still doing by your side.
Without you everything makes more sense
but it's so boring.
With you everything is unstable
but the adreladine is insurmountable.
So stop telling stories
and do what you know.
The time has come
to give a truce to this ballata.
Although there are plenty of reasons
no one has thrown in the towel.
And without you...
sweet tastes bitter.
And without you...
I always stay in the middle.
Whether it's day or night,
I don't care.
Without you it doesn't taste like anything, no no.
And without you...
like everything needs to be there.
And without you...
I'm left in the middle.
If it's day or night,
if in your bed or in my car...
Without you it doesn't taste like anything.