More songs by Annalisa
Description
Love here isn't a feeling, it's a natural disaster. She breaks tables, ruins careers, empties wallets, and still seems like the only reason to breathe. It contains hysteria, confession, and a light self-mockery: "Yes, I sold out again for an illusion, but at least it was honest." The words sound like sin, absolution, and a bit of comedy where passion turns into theatre, and the role changes right in the middle of the play. Being a man, a woman, guilty or a saint, it's all the same if you burn to ashes. Because in the end, only one thing remains: even the strongest person cries when they truly love. Concept by Annalisa Video by Giulio Rosati Executive Producer: Matteo Stefani Cinematographer: Giulio Melani Producer: Pier Francesco Cari, Andrea Vetralla Production Coordinator: Gaia Cortegiano On-Set Producer: Marco Zannoni, Lorenzo Bramati Assistant Producer: Francesco D'Aiuto, Giorgia Quaglia, Benedetta Cari, Manuel Vital Lighting Designer: Simona Giannico 1st AC: Giuseppe Torsello 2nd AC: Teresa Gusso Master: Filippo Ficozzi Electrician: Riccardo Asti, Nicola Andreola, Davide Bianchi Key Grip: Claudio Di Lorenzo Best Boy Grip: Richard Albaran, Adriano Tessarin Grip: Sammy Besana Production Designer: Greta Gasparini Assistant Production Designer: Stefano Sclabas Stylist - Annalisa: Susanna Ausoni Assistant Stylist – Annalisa: Nazlin Bonaccorso Seamstress - Annalisa: Antonella Vino, Lucio Imperio Makeup Artist - Annalisa: Greta Agazzi Hair Stylist - Annalisa: Andrea Pirani Makeup Artist - Dancers: Giulia Falcone Hair Stylist – Dancers: Chiara Brumana
Lyrics and translation
Original
Faccio il diavolo per te
Vado al massimo per te
Io mi illumino per te
Anche quando non mi baci per orgoglio
Posso farlo io per te
Vado in terapia per te
Scaglio io la prima pietra
Mi rovino la carriera
Presa da una furia cieca
Per calmarmi sto svuotando il portafoglio
Io mi indebito per te
Ma te lo giuro su Maria
L'amore cieco è una teoria
Non parli mai di gelosia, ma io lo so
Anche un maschio a volte piange
Se fossi nella tua camicia o anche più giù
Mi diresti: "Pervertita", o peggio: "Fai tu"
Ma perdona i miei peccati come ha fatto Gesù
Come hai fatto con le altre
Se fossi un maschio
Io mi venderei per tutto, per zero
Mi venderei per finta e davvero
Io mi venderei solo col pensiero
Solo per lei-ei, solo per lei-ei
Che succede la notte?
Ma che succede la notte?
L'orologio si mette a correre
Come me nella bufera
Per seguire una chimera
Invertire Adamo ed Eva
Fare a botte anche se non c'è bisogno
Spacco il tavolo per te
Ma te lo giuro su Maria
L'amore cieco è una teoria
Non parli mai di gelosia, ma io lo so
Anche un maschio a volte piange
Se fossi nella tua camicia o anche più giù
Mi diresti: "Pervertita", o peggio: "Fai tu"
Ma perdona i miei peccati come ha fatto Gesù
Come hai fatto con le altre
Se fossi un maschio
Io mi venderei per tutto, per zero
Mi venderei per finta e davvero
Io mi venderei solo col pensiero
Solo per lei-ei, solo per lei-ei
Che succede la notte?
Ma che succede la notte?
Ma te lo giuro su Maria
L'amore cieco è una teoria
Non parli mai di gelosia, ma io lo so
Anche un maschio a volte piange
Se fossi nella tua camicia o anche più giù
Mi diresti: "Pervertita", o peggio: "Fai tu"
Ma perdona i miei peccati come ha fatto Gesù
Come hai fatto con le altre
Se fossi un maschio
Io mi venderei per tutto, per zero
Mi venderei per finta e davvero
Io mi venderei solo col pensiero
Solo per lei-ei, solo per lei
English translation
I'll be the devil for you
I'm going all out for you
I light up for you
Even when you don't kiss me out of pride
I can do it for you
I'm going to therapy for you
I'll throw the first stone
I'm ruining my career
Gripped by blind fury
To calm down I'm emptying my wallet
I go into debt for you
But I swear to you on Maria
Blind love is a theory
You never talk about jealousy, but I know it
Even a male cries sometimes
If I were in your shirt or even lower
You would say to me: "Pervert", or worse: "You do it"
But forgive my sins as Jesus did
Like you did with the others
If I were a male
I would sell myself for everything, for nothing
I would sell myself for real and pretend
I would sell myself just by thinking
Only for her-ei, only for her-ei
What happens at night?
But what happens at night?
The clock starts running
Like me in the storm
To follow a chimera
Reverse Adam and Eve
Fight even if there's no need
I'll break the table for you
But I swear to you on Maria
Blind love is a theory
You never talk about jealousy, but I know it
Even a male cries sometimes
If I were in your shirt or even lower
You would say to me: "Pervert", or worse: "You do it"
But forgive my sins as Jesus did
Like you did with the others
If I were a male
I would sell myself for everything, for nothing
I would sell myself for real and pretend
I would sell myself just by thinking
Only for her-ei, only for her-ei
What happens at night?
But what happens at night?
But I swear to you on Maria
Blind love is a theory
You never talk about jealousy, but I know it
Even a male cries sometimes
If I were in your shirt or even lower
You would say to me: "Pervert", or worse: "You do it"
But forgive my sins as Jesus did
Like you did with the others
If I were a male
I would sell myself for everything, for nothing
I would sell myself for real and pretend
I would sell myself just by thinking
Just for her-ei, just for her