Vivo per lei

I live for her, you know,
since the first time I met her.
I do not remember how,
but she entered within me and stayed there.

I live for her because she
makes my soul vibrate so strongly.

I live for her and it is not a burden.
I live for her too, you know, and don’t be jealous:
she belongs to all those who
have a need that is always switched on
like a stereo in the bedroom,
to someone who is alone and now knows
that she is also for him;
for this reason
I live for her.

She is a muse who invites us to brush her with the fingers.
Through a piano
death remains far away;
I live for her.
I live for her who often knows how to be sweet and sensual;
sometimes she stuns you but it is a blow that never hurts.

I live for her.
I know she makes me travel from town to town and suffer a little,
but at least I live.
It is painful when she leaves.
I live in hotels for her.
It grows with supreme pleasure.
I live for her in the vortex.
Through my voice it expands and produces love.

I live for her,
I have nothing else,
and how many others I shall meet who, like me, have written on their faces
"I live for her."
I live for her on a dais or against a wall
I live for her to the limit.…also in a harsh tomorrow.
I live for her to the very edge.
Every day a conquest;
the protagonist will always be her.

I live for her because now
I have no other way out,
because, you know, music is something I have truly never betrayed.

I live for her because she gives me rests and notes with freedom.
If there were another life I’d live it,
I’d live it for her.

I live for her, music.
I live for her.
I live for her, she is unique.
I live for her.