Maledetta Primavera

Wanting to hold on tight and then
white wine, flowers, and old songs
and we laughed at ourselves
what a mess it was
cursed spring.
What’s left of an erotic dream if
in the morning I’ve become a poet
if with empty hands of you
I don’t know how to go on
as if it wasn’t love
if by mistake
I close my eyes and think of you.
If
to fall in love again
you’ll come back
cursed spring
what a mess if
to fall in love it only takes an hour
what was the rush
cursed spring
what was the rush
if it only hurts me.
What’s left inside of me
of caresses that don’t touch the heart
stars, there’s only one
that can give me
the measure of a love
if by mistake
you close your eyes and think of me.
If
to fall in love again
you’ll come back
cursed spring
what does it matter if
to fall in love it only takes an hour
what was the rush
cursed spring
what was the rush
cursed just like me.
Let me do it
as if it wasn’t love
but by mistake
you close your eyes and think of me.
What does it matter if
to fall in love it only takes an hour
what was the rush
cursed spring
what was the rush
we both know it, you and me
Na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na, na,
cursed spring
na, na, na, na, na, na...