Haven't seen you around dear lady
These last days I'm thinking of
What could have occurred to you baby
What's the cause of this oblivion
Because I sense it in your mind before than in your words
Knowing that in women silence is the cruellest among weapons
I learnt their world
And looking for exceptions
A different way
Of watering love

I must admit I hate you baby
I can't perform the part of the weak one
'cause in love I'm just the antonym
Of an accountant or a suede glove
So please rip all the letters that I wrote you
when I was in love
you know stupidity is a precious goddamn thing and something that you can't truly afford
consult a lawyer or a notary
when you shoot your next dove
which is flying above in sky

And if my feelings are still fainting
I will find another way
'cause I really can't find meaning
In the patience of a saint
'cause I am an atheist
And despise pain
Do what you do

I met you with your new boy baby
It's a kind of energumeno
Kinda different from the previous
The one you dressed with a black cassock
And I see you proudly wear a purple-brown eye
And I think I understand that morbid suffering smile
You didn't even greet me
How can it be?

So if your feelings are still cheating
you will find another way
there is still a silver lining
In the patience of a saint
And if your feelings are still breathing
then it means you're good enough
there is still a silver lining
In the torture of the soul

And you are so faithful
you know how
to face your pain