IL BENE NEL MALE : traduction de Italien vers Anglais
I saw you after a very, very, very, very long time
And as predicted you were very, very, very, very handsome as in the past
You started talking
I was expecting an, "I missed you"
But instead you talked very, very, very, very much
So much love I gave you
If memory does not deceive me
How bad you got tangled
In the thoughts of me hating you
And in your ideas
You finally snapped, you said
Look, in any, any, any, any case
My love, you are
The worst mistake I've made in my life
My love, you are
The most fatal mistake I've made in my life
My love, you are
You are the proof that mistakes are made to be repeated
Again, you are
The whore who made sense of my day"
For better or for worse
You are good and you are bad
Baby, for better or for worse
You do good and you do bad
How good and how bad
For better or for worse
I'm left with the good, you are left with the bad
Not bad for me
I'm not even a sweet memory
I was left with the regret
You were just left with the remorse
And I'm scared of you
I've always been scared of you
I've never given you my heart, I already knew it was going to be a huge mistake
Your heart must be kept in your chest so you can still breath
Love is only for those who feel love
It does not belong to whom receives it
And I've felt it with your every touch
I can say that it stuck by me
The good, the bad for you
The good for me, the bad for you
Baby, for better or for worse
You do good and you do bad
How good and how bad
For better or for worse
I'm left with the good, you are left with the bad
You could only tell me
"My love, you are
The worst mistake I've made in my life
My love, you are
The most fatal mistake I've made in my life
My love, you are
You are the proof that mistakes are made to be repeated
Again, you are
The whore who made sense of my day"
After a very, very, very, very long time
It was a very, very, very, very long time
After a very, very, very, very long time
It was a very long time
You are the only one
With whom I made love
Making love
Love among all
You paid my body with words, sweet words
I may be a whore
But you are worse than me
Because of all that I gave you
You could have kept so, so, so much
Of that good in the bad
Of good in the bad
Baby, of good in the bad
Of good in the bad
A bit of good in the bad
Of good in the bad
Who gives it to you is not important
It's always good, in the bad
Love