It's crazyness,it's crazyness
how do you want to call it?
How do you want to call this sense of insanity
that fulls your stomach
every day,
every hour,
every moment when you think about her?
Sometimes you feel to be full,
sometimes you bang,
sometimes it goes away in a flash,
sometimes you can't feel it,
but it's there with you
stayin' with you in those nights
where you are happy
to be like this.

And it pass slowly,and quickly
and it returns to be slow
and a new flashin'idea
that tells you to be not yourself,
that you're only a robot,
with crackin'heart
who think that real love
will never exist.

Fuckin' love day
that did you a lion,
that posed you over all the world,
now it's pushing you,
never endin',
to the deepest part of your fears.

You will came back...