(Versione in inglese di "Fatta apposta per te" gira sugli stessi accordi)
It's you.
It's you my only passion,
the reason of depression
inside of me.
It's you.
It's you, nobody ever,
the source of my fever
and despite me.
Leave my identity
to rise and grow in liberty!
My love, my love.
Get up and dream out of here,
with true joy without fear !
And live , and live !
It's me.
It's me so talking sweet
and walking down the street
as if you … ( with me ).
It's me.
It's me they call insane,
but i see in to your pain
a piece of me.
It's you.
It's you my only passion,
the reason of depression
inside of me.
It's you.
It's you, nobody ever,
the source of my fever
and despite me.
Leave my identity
to rise and grow in liberty!
My love, my love.
Get up and dream out of here,
with true joy without fear !
And live , and live !
It's me.
It's me so talking sweet
and walking down the street
as if you … ( with me ).
It's me.
It's me they call insane,
but i see in to your pain
a piece of me.
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