We are made like clouds that in the sky get mixed up
Ready to unleash a lightning bolt
But we are divided by the passage of an airplane

I no longer know if I should believe
The friends who talk to me about you
They are vipers
If they tell me that now you are doing great

What do you want from-from-from me? What do you want from-from-from me?
What do you want, tell me but what?
Love, now get dressed
I'm coming there to get you
I'll do whatever you want
A room without a TV

Not even the shadow of a phone
We will talk a millimeter apart, you and I
We will climb a tree
Of what we will do, this is the least

What do you want from-from-from me? What do you want from-from-from me?
What do you want, tell me but what?
Yes, I know I'm stupid, that a couple of cuddles would have been enough
That you are also something else from me
Not an enemy to fight

Yes, for me who is free
But there is also the comic side with you
I will really be free
Blending with you in the clear sky

What do you want from-from-from me? What do you want from me? What do you want from-from-from me?
What do you want, tell me but what?

We are made like clouds that in the sky get mixed up
Until the wind from the east arrives
Inevitably they separate
I don't know what you are looking for from me, do you think maybe
That I am stupid or not?
Or even that I need you
But please come back immediately

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