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Translation
In each quivering
Good morning my lady
Can I treat you to a coffee?
From this morning on I’m travelling
Looking for her
I see the blue of the sea
In her deep blue eyes
Symptoms of a great love
I’d like to address her as “tu”*
I’d like to make you dream
Take you to dance
Hold you so tight you can’t breathe
Get lost in each tiny detail of you
In each quivering
There’s the magic of somebody shy
The touch of two hands that brush each other
Simply an alchemy which makes you already feel mine
How I would like it
And I feel stupid
In the madness of an instant
I imagined myself all that
And in the meanwhile you remain there
Drinking your coffee while sat
Without me
Without me
Good morning my lady,
Can I treat you to a coffee?
I’ve been travelling all my life
Looking for her
There’s the infiniteness of the sea
Inside those deep blue eyes of hers,
Certainly, it’s love already
And I
Would like to adress her as “tu”
I could stay watching you
Coveting you for hours
Kiss you so much you can’t breathe
Get lost in each tiny detail of you
In each quivering
There’s the magic of somebody shy
The touch of two hands that brush each other
Simply an alchemy which makes you already feel mine
How I would like it
And I feel stupid
In the madness of an instant
I imagined myself all that
And in the meanwhile you remain there
Drinking your coffee while sat
Without me
In each quivering
There’s the magic of somebody shy
The touch of two hands that brush each other
Simply an alchemy which makes you already feel mine
How I would like it
And I feel stupid
In the madness of an instant
I imagined myself all that
And in the meanwhile you remain there
Drinking your coffee while sat
Without me
Without me
Without me
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Marco Carta: Top 3
| 1. | Il meglio sta arrivando |
| 2. | Ti voglio bene |
| 3. | La forza mia |
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