It was
Too good to be true
In your camera gaze
There was the soundtrack of my summer
We were riding a Vespa
And I was like Mona Lisa
There was nothing more cliche than you and me, oh

Spring, this evening
I'm no longer afraid of being alone
And the dawn, black magic
And not a single word was needed

La lalala lalala
La lalala lalala

Spring, true mother
Tell me again just one word
I'm alone this evening
Tell me that love is true magic

It was
Perfect, maybe too much sun
Slid on our skins
It was better than La Dolce Vita, la, la, la

We were riding a Vespa
And I was like Mona Lisa
There was nothing more cliche than you and me, eh

Spring, this evening
I'm no longer afraid of being alone
And the dawn, black magic
And not a single word was needed

La lalala lalala
La lalala lalala

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