While I pat my hair dripping after a shower with a dry towel...
He's talking to me, standing next to the window saying that even the clouds passing by have the colour of this season I feel a little dizzy And try to screen my eyes with my manicured fingers
Ah ah ah, imitation gold Ah ah ah, on my naked suntanned skin Ah ah ah, imitation gold My lover of this year thinks I'm young, but
His voice is different, his age is different His dreams are different, his moles are different
Sorry I'm comparing you to last year's lover again
In this room, where the West sun is strong He closes noisily the fridge And brings some milk to me, still inside its pack Such a casual gesture
Ah ah ah, imitation gold Ah ah ah, life as it is Ah ah ah, imitation gold I drank it up, but my lover of this year
His habits are different, his sweat is different His love is different, his dominant arm is different
Sorry I'm still tied to last year's lover
Ah ah ah, imitation gold Ah ah ah, with your kindness Ah ah ah, imitation gold I want you to wait my lover of this year
When you're in the sun your shadow is different Your colour is different, your light changes