(musica: V Nocenzi, G Amato / testo: G Amato)
To the fire, to the fire, to the fire, to the fire, to the fire, to the fire, to the f
When I woke up in night, the stars were crying and then my mind was only you
when I looked between the lines, and all the good times
I just can't see beyond the pain you're, just to close to the fire and you don't care
you're, just to close to the fire, you've done it again and again
to the fire, to the fire, to the f
smelling like a rich perfume, she fools another, may be this is her lucky day
gasping for another breath