Bella Sima

She walks down the street like on a catwalk
Reflections in the windows all applause her
She is gorgeous, she’s a queen, top in magazines
But unfortunately she’s a part of a state machine.

Bella,bella,bella…bellissima Sima
Tell me Sima, why the law not the cinema?
Hai talenta e molto attiva
Tell me Sima, are you happy my dear?

When she looks at you, it’s freezing like a frost
You are hypnotised, she seems to be а boss
Wanna follow her, to make her be yours
Sima’s like an angel, she’s a desert rose
 
Bella,bella,bella…bellissima Sima
Tell me Sima, why the law not the cinema?
Hai talenta e molto attiva
Tell me Sima, are you happy my dear?

Sima must be a model, not a civil servant
Not to seat by computer all time, permanent
Sima’s emersion is a theatre, is a show
Like a star she sparkles and she glows

Bella,bella,bella…bellissima Sima
Tell me Sima, why the law not the cinema?
Hai talenta e molto attiva
Tell me Sima, are you happy my dear?