Loca

Crazy, crazy, crazy
You went crazy and shot in front of me
That you had fallen in love a few years ago without telling me anything
Then the excitement confirms the feeling

Crazy, crazy, crazy
You went crazy and shot in front of me
That you had fallen in love a few years ago without telling me anything
Then the excitement confirms the feeling

What bad luck in love
Nor good luck in the game
And if in the end what needs to be lived what needs to be dreamed
It must be lived
I thank you again
I thank you again

I'm dying to know what happened to you
All these years that we didn't see each other
I'm dying to know what happened in your house
I need that face of vulgarity in my bed
The one that tells me what to do
The one that asks
Why?
How?
When?
I don't know and where?

What bad luck in love
Nor good luck in the game
And if in the end what needs to be lived what needs to be dreamed
It must be lived
I thank you again
I thank you again

What bad luck in love
Nor good luck in the game
And if in the end what needs to be lived what needs to be dreamed
It must be lived
I thank you again
I thank you again