� I haven't seen you for a while At the Lemmingo and Caffè Latino Guignà, Belzebù Hombre, you're not a sportsman But my heart is crying to the rhythm of the bongo And the beast that is agitated in me Is eating eggs of wolf and chardonnay � I haven't seen you for a while At the Lemmingo and Caffè Latino You're not a sportsman But my heart is crying to the rhythm of the bongo But my thoughts go to a dance step That will take me far away from here To analog and childhood passions Dead there I don't care about you I'm fine I make a life to give I enter the limits Sooner or later I will meet you Between husband and children a little less snow And the rest are the things that now Are part of living � I don't wait for you anymore At the Lemmingo and Caffè Latino I write my file On the summer bovarism And I don't know if to question the cards Or to turn to my crucio friend Of the dilemma if the fetish is art or not I don't care about you I'm fine I make a life to give I enter the limits It's a beautiful day, however far it may be If I get bored, as you know, I go to see With the pulses in the ear that now Are part of living