Una rosa blu sulla pelle tua
Mi ricordi Londra snob e bionda con un filo di follia
Dicono di te pare che ci stai
Che ti scaldi presto che poi tutto il resto e non ti leghi mai
Ma se fossi mia io ti legherei
Con un laccio al cuore che ti faccia male quando te ne vai Io sulla pelle io te lo scriverei
Che mi piaci perché sei come sei
Col tatuaggio con quella rosa blu
Che è il tuo coraggio e la tua risorsa in più
E ti racconto di me di lei ma chi se ne frega
Ma si doveva andare andare così
E non mi accorgo nemmeno che vuol dire ti amo
Che si è aperta di più la rosa sul tuo seno Una rosa blu che non va più via
Dolce e un po'perversa come un po'diversa è la tua fantasia
Una rosa blu come non ce n'è
Ma una cosa rara sono io stasera che la chiedo a te Io sulla pelle io me lo scriverei
L'amore in macchina no non c'è magia
Un tatuaggio perché va dove vai
Al mare o dove si può purché scappare via
E mi racconto di te di lei ma chi se ne frega
Ma si doveva andare andare così
E non mi accorgo nemmeno che ti ho detto ti amo
Quando si apre sul seno la tua rosa blu Se fossi mia ti legherei ma un laccio al cuore non ci sei
Al mare o dove c'eri tu mi punge la tua rosa blu
Dolce e un po'perversa è la tua fantasia
Ma una rosa blu sulla pelle mia
Me ne accorgo adesso passo dopo passo
Che non va più via

A blue rose
A blue rose on your skin
Reminds me of London's posh and blonde
With a little madness
They say you ... it seems that we're
You warm up soon then all the rest
And do not bind but
But if I were you I bind my
With a string to the heart that hurts you
When you go
I I I'll write on the skin
I like you because you are as you are
With the blue rose tattoo
That is your courage and your extra resource
And you tell me about her, but who
Do not care but you had to go so
And I do not even realize that means I love you
Which opened more than a rose on your breast
A blue rose that does not go away
Sweet and a little 'twisted like a little' different
Is your imagination
A blue rose as there is
A rare thing but I am tonight
I ask that you
I I I'll write on the skin
In love there is no magic machine
A tattoo because it goes where you go
By the sea or where you can run away if
And I tell you about her, but who
Do not care but you had to go so
And I do not even notice
I told you I love you
When it opens more about your breast blue rose
If I bind my will ...
But a snare to the heart are not there
By the sea or where you were there
I fancy your blue rose
Sweet and a bit 'perverse is your imagination
But a blue rose on my skin
I realize now step by step
Do not go away
Away anymore
Do not go away

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A blue rose on your skin
reminds me of London - a blond with with one wild streak,
they say about you....seems you're there...
that you heat up quickly and all that comes with it,
but never tie yourself down.
But if you were mine, I would tie you down,
with a strap around your heart that will hurt when you get away,
and on your skin I would write
- that I like you because you are as you are
with that tattoo of the blue rose,
with your courage and all your other assets.
And I tell you about me and her, but who really cares?
If it had to go like that....
And I do not even realize what 'i love you' means
when that rose on your breast unfolds.

A blue rose that never goes away
sweet, a lil' perverse and quite diverse are your fantasies.
There's no other blue rose like you,
but it is also unusual that tonight I ask for it of you.
There, on your skin, I would write of love
- on a typewritere there is no magic.
You tattoo goes wherever you go
- to the sea or wherever one can get away.
And I tell myself about you, about her, but who really cares?
If it had to go like that....
And I do not even realize that I told you 'i love you'
when that rose on your breast unfolds.
If you were mine, I would tie you down,
but a noose around the heart you are not.
At the sea or wherever you are, your rose pricks me
- sweet and a lil' perverse are your fantasies.
But of the blue rose on my skin,
I am aware only now, bit by bit,
and of the fact that it will not go away.