Cut 
the 
love 
out 
from 
your 
sweetheart

You can paint a picture with the sunset me and you
With the kids in the garden
All day we want to do
Is just hold hands
And cold hands
.
.
.
You can paint a picture when I’m alone with you
With birds in the garden
Just muffing around we two
We just hold hands
And cold hands
.
.
.
Sunset, sunset,
where we’re heading to

senza rancor,senza lagrime
addio mia diletta
per sempre
.
Cut 
the 
love 
out 
from 
your 
sweetheart
Now it’s time to wake up baby
And taste your own reality
The book is closed
The tale is over
It’s no more reason for asking me

Where have you been
What did you eat
And who was that girl, that girl from the street

I bought my ticket to the moon
And I ate your heart with a silverspoon
Please don’t talk about destiny 
And please don’t count on you and me

Please don’t go, please don’t go, please don’t go, where I go
 

Sunset, sunset,
where we’re heading to
.
.
.