Translator: Emilia Panzarino Reviewer: Didar Omar
Hi. Since we have to talk about fire, then we can link
the element with passion.
So, I want you to listen to this song.
That represents fire to me in some ways.
On your curves my hand will move like a wave
Even if your body
curves
hasn’t got.
You are more and more hard-edged
Then you smile if I look jealous
Love me man
With hands
Of a man
And proudly touch me
With a slight
Breath
Mama’s boy
Tough macho for dad
The man without curves will marry a big woman
No! There’s also love without rhyme
I want to scream harder than before
Love me
Man
With hands
Of a man
And proudly touch me
With a slight
Breath
And take me away
I am at the mercy of your arms
Take me, prepare me and then surprise me
With a bunch of very fresh flowers
Calm yourself
Now I’m going there to sing
That I’m going away
A mailman I’m going to be
And there’s no risk for the hi mum, hi dad
The man without curves
Another man will hug
He will be his happiness
Love me man
With the hands
Of a man
And proudly touch me
With a slight breath
This was “Il Postino”.
If I think to fire and, consequently, to the element
and then to passion, another thing
that is very strong, alive and that feels like red whenever I listen to it
it’s this one.
It’s not mine.
Loving you tires me
Empties me inside
Something that looks like laughing in crying
Loving you tires me
Gives me melancholy
What can you do, it’s life
And the life is mine
Love me again
Do it sweetly
Just for an hour, desperately
Love me again
Do it sweetly
Just for an hour
Desperately
Thank you.