(Arena/P. Manners/ F De Benedittis/ E Esposito)
Fire in your eyes, a promise of true love and protection
but in your mind, necessity of getting your way.
Tradition disguised. Suspicion and lies.
Selfish desire, you're looking for maternal perfection.
Oh what a shame, it's something you can't get on your own.
You want me gone but you want me to stay.
And you need my absolution, for the sins you won't confess.
{chorus}
Sing low, so no one hears you and sing high, making me cry
I hear something when wrapped in your arms...
An Italian song of love.
Who can resist a show of such apparent devotion?
Could there exist, a love of such unfaltering strength?
Convinced of a dream, denying a scheme
And you need my absolution, for the sins you wont confess.
{chorus}
Sing low, help me remember how you loved making me cry
Now I hear only echoes and whispers,
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