Bella da morire [English translation]

In love movies, goodness always wins

and those who break up always get back together

but for you and me, now, there's a different end.

The crowd among the doves is watching us,

the cold, our breath, the fog

and me, on Sunday morning, crying for you

who is beautiful to death,

you, young girl.

On your breast, to be stolen,

I don’t play anymore.

And you’re beautiful to death,

everything looks like a movie

to be shot too fast

with its “end” on your blue jeans.

At sixteen, the heart can’t be lost,

not even when you try to make love

and you've won it all over me.

All that remains of you is a t-shirt,

left on the bed in a hurry

and me crying on Sunday morning, here, for you

who is beautiful to death,

you, young girl.

On your breast, to be stolen,

I don’t play anymore.

And you're beautiful to death,

everything looks like a movie

to be shot too fast

with its “end” on your blue jeans.

And you're beautiful to death,

everything looks like a movie

to be shot too fast

with its “end” on your blue jeans.

• Artist:Homo Sapiens
• Album:Bella da morire