Måneskin - TRASTEVERE

The touch of an angel, the taste of a drug

The look of a stranger who has seen too much

Nothing comes for free, but you can pay with your heart

If you got one

Tell me all your questions, all you got to ask

She's licking his fingers and shuffling the cards

I'll give you the talent, you can give me your life

If you got one


I swear to God that from tomorrow there will be no more pain

I will cancel your name from each one of my songs

Now I have to hold onto my knees