Duecentomila Ore

Alone I will wait for you
Having dinner alone
Amidst the smoke of a thousand words
Of songs that never age
On my skin your taste
Doesn't move
We are good at continuing
To hurt each other
I wasn't looking for a street boy
Then you distracted me
Selling me another lie
When the night comes
He loves me, he loves me not, a flower
Latin America
A Cuba libre love
When the night comes
Two hundred thousand hours
Loving each other an hour before
And then letting go
It's another night
That has passed
It's this wait
That is desperate
It's the cold air
Of a day
So quickly
Forgotten
When the night comes
He loves me, he loves me not, a flower
Latin America
A Cuba libre love
When the night comes
Two hundred thousand hours
Loving each other an hour before
And then letting go
When the night comes
Two hundred thousand hours
Loving each other an hour before
And then letting go