Tra voi, belle, brune e bionde.
Si nsconde giovinetta vaga, vezzosa…
Dal labbro rosa, me m’aspetta?
Sei tu quella, bionda stella?
Dillo a me!
Palesatemi il destino, e il divino
viso ardente che m’innamori…
Ch’io vegga e… odori…
Eternamente!
Sei tu quella, bruna stella?
Dillo a me!
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…