I live for her, you know, since the first time I met her. I do not remember how, but she entered within me and stayed there. I live for her because she makes my soul vibrate so strongly. I live for her and it is not a burden. I live for her too, you know, and dont be jealous: she belongs to all those who have a need that is always switched on like a stereo in the bedroom, to someone who is alone and now knows that she is also for him; for this reason I live for her. She is a muse who invites us to brush her with the fingers. Through a piano death remains far away, I live for her. I live for her who often knows how to be sweet and sensual: sometimes she stuns you but it is a blow that never hurts. I live for her. I know she makes me travel from town to town and suffer a little, but at least I live. It is painful when she leaves. I live in hotels for her. It grows with supreme pleasure. I live for her in the vortex. Through my voice it expands and produces love. I live for her. I know nothing else, and how many others I shall meet who, like me have written on their faces I live for her. I live for her on a dais or against a wall I live for her to the limit. also in a harsh tomorrow. I live for her to the very edge. Every day a conquest; the protagonist will always be her. I live for her because now I have no other way out, because, you know music is something I have truly never betrayed. I live for her because she gives me rests and notes with freedom. If there were another life Id live it, Id live it for her. I live for her, music. I live for her. I live for her, she is unique. I live for her. I live for her. I live For her.