Hitman - Silvio Caruso Family Tape Music with Lyrics

Lyrics: I put 47 spices in the pasta but it still tastes like ashes in my mouth I hang my head and cry when I think of the spaghetti bolognese that you made for us both That summer night in Napoli with the alley cats serenading our love Now I prowl the streets around your house like a beast in the night You are all that I’m thinking of Ah Ah Ah Ah I stand outside your window pleading Ah Ah Ah Ah Won’t you hear me, won’t you see Ritorna a me I’m begging you, come back to me Ritorna a me I follow you, I’m watching you Ritorna a me Come back to me or I will find 47 ways to make you mine The taste of wine turns bitter on my tongue There were candles burning when we made love I see you lighting candles now as you feed the peasant whose dirty hands soiled the table cloth Ah Ah Ah Ah I watched your swine drink to his fill Ah Ah Ah Ah Get rid of him or I swear I will Ritorna a me