He was sly con men
From an old novel
But never took money
From anybody…
Nobody solved his methods of lies
Went like a shadow
He went like a shadow
Hundreds of victims
Where are the police?!
I am afraid
Help, anybody, please!
Cause nobody solved his
Methods of lies
Went like a shadow
He went like a shadow
Casanova closed my way out, way out
It’s so hard! But «Yes, I have guessed!»
Casanova closed my way out, way out
And I solved: that is you!
He was like happiness
He was like trouble
Not without purpose
They wrote about him
Nobody solved his methods of lies
Went like a shadow
He went like a shadow
Fidati di me. Tu sei il mio favorito, non la mia prima passione,
ma sarai l’ultima passione.
Sarei lieto di farvi felice. Il mio amico mi ama lo stesso come io ti amo.
E tu credi, che io ti amo?
Vorrei fidarmi, ma se mi consente…
Stai Zitto! Io sento che tu mi consentirai tutto e se solo tu non mi lascerai
nell’ignoranza, io perdonerò tutti voi
Casanova closed my way out, way out
It’s so hard! But «Yes, I have guessed!»
Casanova closed my way out, way out
And I solved: that is you!
Noi qualche volta soffriamo pur di soddisfare l’eleganza; in quanto così la passione diventa più nitida ed emozionante e, inoltre, rinviamo la vendetta per
essere certi della sua efficacia.