You make me play the fermata (you)
A song that can’t be played, you, you
Your edge crushes all my predictions (sexy)
Play me till the curtains go down
The beat continues without rest (you shake me up)
Can’t put a period to end it (you tie me up tightly)
Maestro, no chance to deny you (crazy crazy)
The ensemble of your voice and those words (say brava)
Stop shaking me up
(Yeah) what’s the next melody?
(Girl) I want to listen, what are you?
Are you gonna take my breath away? (are you?)
I’m gonna go crazy, vi vi vivace, I’m gonna explode
I’m going round and round because of you
A perfect masterpiece that I can’t have, let me listen to you
I’ll trap you inside of me, a perfect secret room, this is my masterpiece
People won’t know of my love
Daydreaming is a luxury, I’ll catch you, who is out of orbit (sexy)
I’ll conduct you however I want
But your beat roughly works me (trapping me)
A tightly created unknown melody
Oh presto, there’s no time for you to be boring (crazy crazy)
All notes exist for you
Stop shaking me up
Yeah, what’s the next repertory?
Girl, are you gonna quickly provoke me?
Are you gonna make my eyes roll back? (are you?)
I’m gonna go crazy, vi vi vivace, I’m gonna explode
I’m going round and round because of you
A perfect masterpiece that I can’t have, let me listen to you
Can’t turn it off just like fireworks
A masterpiece that swallows me with a moment’s breath
Even the gods envy you, your existence is too much
Let me listen to you, Amadeus
(Andante) I’ll go to you
(Moderato) Hold my hand
(Crescendo) Look into my eyes
I’ll roughly hug you
Vroom vroom, it’s already started
Not even the gods can stop my heart toward you
My greatest masterpiece
You’re my masterpiece
I’m gonna go crazy, I’m gonna explode, show me, let me listen to you
I want to play you now (holic holic)
I’m gonna go crazy, vi vi vivace, I’m gonna explode
I’m going round and round because of you
A perfect masterpiece that I can’t have, let me listen to you
I’m gonna go even crazier, vi vi vivace, I’m gonna explode
I’m going round and round because of you
A masterpiece I can’t touch, I hear you, call me Amadeus
(trans © Pop Gasa)
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