: Ballu 'e amistade e de sa terra, coro 'e sonette e de chiterra, ballu 'e amore chi non finit mai, coro 'e sa zente, su dillu est gai. Pilos
: I'm cold, I'm ugly I'm always confused by everything I can stare into a thousand eyes But every smile hides a bold-faced lie It itches, it seethes
I'm cold, I'm ugly I'm always confused by everything I can stare into a thousand eyes But every smile hides a bold-faced lie It itches, it seethes