I fly low
my love is in tatters
and your so high so high
looking at my griefs
knowing that I am a man
that is very far from heaven
I'm flying low
just because you do not love me
and I'm stuck with you
having so many pleasures
I like to follow your steps
having so many women
you and the clouds have me crazy
you and the clouds are going to kill me
I pa 'arriva turn around very little
you do not know how to look
I was not born poor
I like everything good
and you will have to love me
or in the battle I die
but that little mouth of yours
I will say I love you
tree of hope
that you live alone in the field
you tell me if I do not forget
or tell me if I can not stand it
that after all my eyes
they go on crying
you and the clouds have me crazy
you and the clouds are going to kill me
I pa 'arriva turn around very little
you do not know how to look
Only among all we can make this a better place :)