Picture the narrow, sun-soaked streets of Naples, where love can taste as sweet as sugar and sting sharper than a viper. In "Malafemmena" (Neapolitan for bad woman), Andrea Bocelli becomes the voice of a man who feels both enchanted and betrayed. He shines a light on a dazzling femme fatale whose angelic face hides a knack for deception, and from the first line he admits she has driven him to tears, rage, and desperate devotion.
The lyrics whirl between adoration and resentment. He praises her beauty and sweetness, yet accuses her of poisoning his soul and destroying their love out of sheer caprice. Even as he insists that God will never forgive the hurt she caused, he confesses he still loves her and cannot forget her. This clash of tenderness and bitterness is the heartbeat of the song, turning it into a classic portrait of Italian passion where love and hate dance dangerously close together.