[Verse 1]
Girls, you make me go crazy
And with this rap I wanna tell you about it
And I'm not doing it just to be a pimp
But I talk into the microphone with my heart in my hand
And expecially now that I've reached an age
Which allows me to appreciate with semplicity
The beauty and the different features
Of women who found themselves, of women who lost themselves
Between the thought of liking to someone or of falling in love
Between the will to run away and the will to marry
To make love to anyone you want
Or to choose a man and bring him to the altar
And in front of this doubt, of this fighting
Your eyes fill themselves with feelings
When I see you alone, between so many people
In the noise of a music that doesn't have any value
If it wasn't accompanied by your movements
Which light us up, willingly or not
And us who thanks to that snake go around you
To search in the night an instant of day
To talk with friends of words seasoned
By colorful concepts and expressions
Then find ourself alone under the covers
Dreaming of licking the wounds opened
By experiences and by stories by faces by looks
By the will to start again but it's too late
[Chorus]
The thought flies and goes to settle on a sill
Of a house on the border between the good and the evil
Between love and sex, between the body and the mind
To come to the conclusion that deep down it is fun
The continuos swinging of all the things
And this false division between whores and brides

[Verse 2]
Girls, you make me go crazy
Starting from the mom up until
The concept, the mistic one, of the Madonna
Daughter, mother, wife, girlfriend, sister and grandmother
Always inside one of these categories
Which makes my mind fall my girls
And I will tell you all with this long rap
Even if sometimes you could find it bad
But I listen to a lot of music, morning and evening
The season I love the most... spring
When on the trees the sprouts of flowers blossom
And the people starts to stay outside a bit more again
And the city girls take the scooter
And they sit right on the edge of the saddle
And with the hair to the wind they drive confidently
And looking at them, life seems less hard
And that sun that lights them and makes them more beautiful
In that day I would be the king of all the other stars
[Chorus]
And the thought flies and goes to settle on a sill
Of a house on the border between the good and the evil
Between love and sex, between the body and the mind
To come to the conclusion that deep down it is fun
The continuos swinging of all the things
And this false division between whores and brides

And the thought flies and goes to settle on a sill
Of a house on the border between the good and the evil
Between love and sex, between the body and the mind
To come to the conclusion that deep down it is fun
The continuos swinging of all the things
And this false division between whores and brides