Come here, come here
What I had to tell you
All those things, things that
You did not want to feel, suffer, enjoy or finish

Come here, come here
Always the same story
An unstable, unstable equilibrium
Which collapses in the wind of a new glory
Love hates itself

Ah, if it were that easy
Ah, if you were still in love with me
And every petal, you know
He pretends to be a rose
For every drop I would like
Flood above all things
But you do not deserve anymore
A beat of this life
For all that matters, if it counts
You’re like glue between my fingers,

Mia Marta…   mia.