When I understand everything, lived everything,
When I become so old that I can't stand myself anymore,
When the skin of my life is crossed with routes,
And traces, and griefs, and laughs, and doubts,
Then I will demand just another minute.
When there is nothing more that capsizes and hurts,
When the same griefs have the air of a caress,
When I see my death beside my bed,
When I see her smile in my little life,
I will tell her "Listen! Give me just one minute."
Just another minute, just another minute,
To make myself up, or for a cigarette
Just another minute, just another minute,
For one last thrill, or one last act,
Just another minute, just another minute,
To put away the memories before the grand winter,
Just another minute, without reason and without purpose.
Since my live is nothing, then I want it all.
All, as a whole, and with all its defeats,
Since my life is nothing, I will ask again,
I want you to add
Sixty little seconds for my last minute.
Tic tac tic tac tic tac