I live for her, you know, since
the first time I met her.
I do not remember how, but
she entered within me and stayed there.
I live for her because she makes
my soul vibrate so strongly.
I live for her and it is not a burden.
I live for her too, you know,
and don't be jealous:
she belongs to all those who
have a need that is always switched on
like a stereo in the bedroom,
to someone who is alone and now knows
that she is also for him; for this reason
I live for her.
She is a muse who invites us
to brush her with the fingers.
Through a piano
death remains far away,
I live for her.
I live for her who often knows
how to be sweet and sensual:
sometimes she stuns you but
it is a blow that never hurts.
I live for her. I know she makes me
travel from town to town
and suffer a little, but at least I live.
It is painful when she leaves.
I live in hotels for her.
It grows with supreme pleasure.
I live for her in the vortex.
Through my voice
it expands and produces love.
I live for her. I know nothing else,
and how many others I shall meet
who, like me have written on their faces
I live for her.
I live for her
on a dais or against a wall
I live for her to the limit.
also in a harsh tomorrow.
I live for her to the very edge.
Every day
a conquest;
the protagonist
will always be her.
I live for her because now
I have no other way out,
because, you know music
is something I have truly never betrayed.
I live for her because she gives me
rests and notes with freedom.
If there were another life I'd live it,
I'd live it for her.
I live for her, music.
I live for her.
I live for her, she is unique.
I live for her.
I live for her.
I live
For her.
