I never tire of telling you that I miss you
And when I think of you at night, I wake up if I'm dreaming, yeah, yeah
Just don't tell me, "Enough" and when I call you
Don't hang up, answer and talk to me

Half of the women in the world are not for me
I don't fall in love with anyone anymore, but I don't know why
If I reflect on the right things that are not for me
Then why if she's too right she can't be with me, no no
Even if I have to die one day, but not now
Already as a child of right things, they were not right
When she hugs me she puts time in slow-mo (time in slow-mo)
Good love is for very good people inside
Not for people who have nothing good and inside they have hell
If you help me you are dear on earth, even without makeup you are the most beautiful
Just hug me and if you hug me I feel cold even if it's not winter

I never tire of telling you that I miss you
And when I think of you at night, I wake up if I'm dreaming, yeah, yeah
Just don't tell me, "Enough" and when I call you
Don't hang up, answer and talk to me

I never get tired of telling you that I miss you
Even when it's late at night I wake up to think of you, yeah, yeah
Just don't tell me, "Enough"
And when I call you don't hang up, answer (brr, brr)

Roll a joint, so it passes
This anger doesn't let us talk (no, no)
You look at me without saying anything
You have it written on your face that you're hurt
But I would die for you (uh, I would die for you)
Without thinking twice, you know I would do it
And I can't be calm when I don't know where you are (no, no)
Baby, I swear it wasn't the same thing with her (no, no)
Even if I tell you, "Go away"
For the lack leave a message on the answering machine (brr, brr)
Tell me that I'm a bastard and that no, you're not mine anymore
Since every time I go out and slam the doors
Then I slam you harder because

I never tire of telling you that I miss you
And when I think of you at night, I wake up if I'm dreaming, yeah, yeah
Just don't tell me, "Enough" and when I call you
Don't hang up, answer and talk to me

I never get tired of telling you that I miss you
Even when it's late at night I wake up to think of you, yeah, yeah
Just don't tell me "enough"
And when I call you don't hang up, answer (brr, brr)

(Well, anyway, let it go)
(Always the same things, that you miss me and then it's not true)
(That you can't be without me, but I see that without me you're better)
(Maybe you and I are meant to be apart, not together)
(Even if we have to suffer, but it's better to suffer than to die)

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