There's a time for walking
and a time for resting,
there's time to lose
and time that won't ever come back.
And there's better places,
you don't even know about them,
because they're not easy
to find.
Look, brother,
grains are like gold in the summertime,
grapes will ripen
and in September they'll be harvested.
There's an important love for each season, live it up,
because time won't listen to reason,
and if you let love go you will lose it.
There's a train for each station,
it will stop for an instant
and soon will depart.
There are old times
to be remembered,
and someday your life will change too.
Look carefully, brother,
because this is a strange fruit,
it's now or never,
if you taste it, you'll be satisfied.
There's an important love for each season, live it up,
because time won't listen to reason,
and if you let love go you will lose it.
You will suffer some times too,
find another chance
to be happy again,
happy.
And then emotions come back,
lost among stormy days,
when you leave your illusions behind.
A part of you will return now,
I assure you, it will return.
There's an important love for each season, live it up,
because time won't listen to reason,
and with its passing steals your love.
There's a train for each station,
run fast and take it,
because time gives you chances
that could take you far away,
that could take you far away.
There's an important love for each season, live it up,
because time won't listen to reason,
and with its passing steals your love.