Boig per per tu Mad about you

BOIG PER TU

In the wet sand i write, baby

I'm mad about you,

I spend my days waiting for the nights

How can I love you if you

are so far from me

servile and beaten

mad about you

I am perfectly aware that from this bar

i cannot reach you

but from the bottom of my drinking glass I see

your light reflected

I'm gonna drink it

servile and beaten

mad about you.

When you're not there in the morning

my tears will get lost

inside the rain that's gonna fall today

And I will get tangled

drunk with this light

servile and beaten

Mad about you.