decided to keep ourselves away / from those who want us for sure / careful not to be touched / by those who believe in nothing and do not move / sailing alone in this sea / convinced that the day will come / when we will meet... the music / ... that we love the most... / lost faces from the East empty of haste / perfect-lined steel cars and ships / heavy with pale days and leaden men / who are just waiting for time / to dry them up in their depths / and in every one of their memories... the music / ... that we love the most... / men without love... you will never have us... / men without love... you will never have us... / and we like sirens fleeing this night / of mechanical chants and "fucking blues" / that numb the veins / of those who think that life / is a pleasant coexistence, a normal game / that talking is just endless rhetoric / that we have understood everything / everything about life... / men without love... you will never have us / men without love... there’s nothing to be done / educated not to push ourselves too high in the sky / to close ourselves off from every future, to watch over every thought / but the desire to break free today is strong / and to shout that the usual chains / do not let us hear... the music / ... that we love the most... / men without love... you will never have us / men without love... there’s nothing to be done / men of never / men without love... you will never have us / men without love... there’s nothing to be done / men of never / men without love and... men of never.
Loredana Bertè - "Uomini senza amore"