Your hands on me
it's difficult to call you love
when all you have to do is open the window to understand
another truth 
your hands on me
is difficult to call you love
when the world is living on your body in love
its vanity 
a stupid leaf
falls randomly on the asphalt and goes away
a factory busy on the clouds
and a rifle that regrets Waterloo
a child who asks how he was born
he replies smiling that he knows
the crystal glass is falling
not loving me, not loving yourself you won't be able to.
Your hands on me
it's difficult to call me love
when all you have to do is open the window to understand
another truth
your hands on me
it's hard to call you love
when the world is living on your body in love
its vanity 
a stupid leaf
falls randomly on 'asphalt and goes away
an occupied factory in the clouds
and a rifle that misses Waterloo
a child who asks how he was born
he replies smiling that he knows
the crystal glass is falling
don't love me, don't love yourself you won't succeed