Ciao, my beautiful Carlotta.
You are so magnificent,
it makes me cry.
Your trembling lips,
like the waves of the ocean.
A purple sun,
setting in your eyes.
Oh, my only star in the sky,
I think I might be in love
with your cropped back hair
and the scent of your skin,
mixed with cigarette.
Come here, sweet Carlotta.
I want to paint every inch of
that honey glazed skin.
I'd drink you up like *****
and maybe won't feel so hollow within.
Would you stay here for a while?
We are running out of time.
Ciao, my beautiful Carlotta.
You're so unforgettable,
it makes me cry.