Amore Disperato
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Desperate Love
He looks like an angel fallen from the sky
How she is dressed when she enters the "blue saxophone"
But she gets bored leaning against a mirror
Among leather fanatics who scrutinize her without poetry
He's losing, he's losing, he's losing, he's losing
He's losing, he's losing, he's losing, he's wasting time
One evening I met a kind boy
That evening he was a flash and looking at him was almost a shock
And coming back, and coming back, and coming back, and coming back
And coming back, and coming back, and coming back, and coming back home
She will dance among the lit stars
And he will discover, he will discover love
Desperate love
After that time she lost sight of him
Desperately she waits for him every evening at the "blue saxophone"
One night she was crying
That night the phone squealed like a rooster
He's calling, he's calling, he's calling, he's calling
He's calling, he's calling, he's calling, he's calling
He looks like an angel fallen from the sky
When they meet and touch each other it's a real shock
And trembling, and trembling, and trembling, and trembling
And trembling, and trembling, and trembling, and trembling hard
She will dance among the lit stars
And he will discover, he will discover love
Desperate love
