Dead

You'll never closed my summer door I don't even knock on my door You claim to know where I go Honey you are the key of my door Sto bene... adesso Sto bene... when I want you You hear my band in Radio Show I play for you a summer song Silence please my baby feel so good Many bodies die in front of my door Sto bene... bambina Sto bene... When I kill you She have a bottle of stars I take some pills for the show She spends time with brown shoes I take my gun in front your door Sto bene... adesso Sto bene... when I want you I write this song for the show She hear the radio behind the door Think of dying for summer gold Truth is outside of my door Sto bene... bambina Sto bene... When I kill you