Pensare male [English translation]

(Darada Darada Dardada)

(Darada Darada Dardada)

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Sometimes I stare at the mirror and I think that

I've almost turned thirty and it isn't that great

I have your clothes over here

And the war of the blue ticks starts again

It's late and I think I won't go out anymore

You'll answer at 3am anyway

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There's no nightlife around anymore and you call (you call)

There's no one who makes you

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Think ill of me

But in the end you aren't sure if you should really believe it

Think ill of me

Even when you don't want to, then you act like nothing happened

Leave some clothes at my place

So that you'll still have an excuse tomorrow

To come back to me

But in the end you don't want to really go away

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I'll step on your roses thinking about you

I'll stay out tonight and I don't know why

In the others' eyes I see you

I drink my heart in a corner of the city

A drunk man shouts at me "you're beautiful"

I wish it was the truth

But I feel so fragile instead

For me it's always so easy

To lose my mind

I tell you to leave but I'd want to say stay

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There's no nightlife around anymore and you call (you call)

There's no one who makes you

-

Think ill of me

But in the end you aren't sure if you should really believe it

Think ill of me

Even when you don't want to, then you act like nothing happened

Leave some clothes at my place

So that you'll still have an excuse tomorrow

To come back to me

But in the end you don't want to really go away

Think ill

Think ill

Think ill of me

Think ill

Think ill

Think ill of me

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I was thinking that it's always easier to get far

It's always easier to forget

And we are here with remorses instead

We bite each other

I want to move on your white skin

It feels like flying in the night

We've never been sincere

You smile and you leave

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Think ill of me

But in the end you aren't sure if you should really believe it

Think ill of me

Even when you don't want to, then you act like nothing happened

Leave some clothes at my place

So that you'll still have an excuse tomorrow

To come back to me

But in the end you don't want to really go away

Think ill (think ill of me)

Think ill (think ill of me)

Think ill

Think ill

Think ill of me

Think ill

Think ill

Think ill of me

• Artist:The Kolors