Dealing with a booked hearth
I think that sometimes life pokes my soul
and comes over my silver head
a thougth, a little wish
that I do not want to bet
on your lips
before being sick.

Let's dance under the moon ligth
let's try to pack this hug
let's go, let's sing a song
the darness is so brigth
waking up with you.

Dealing with a booked hearth
no way
I am not a naive, don't touch me
don't stare at me
she is my treasure
I am over the wall.