September, you left me with a message
and I didn't say anything to you: correct things
don't require many words
October, october arrived today with its black coat
and it's raining on the windows, where millions of people alone
go back and forth, looking for the present
looking for an answer to this mirror sky of november...
December, it was the months when the Sun wouldn't come out
It's always so difficult, you said, love...
they will change name, but you, month after month
you're present...
What is it if night makes me feel nostalgic?
If I don't have fantasy
I can't choose
each time, each fallow that comes back
to give life to a new seed
will bring new life for me too!
Remember: you may keep them in your head
or hide them in a briefcase
but there are people who forget their dreams...
Wake up! January is arriving in a rush
the snow is what's left of february
of a cunning recurrence
a kiss is only a kiss
and march is a promise
but for some people, the first rose of may
is a discovery...
The summer, it was the months when the Sun wouldn't come out
It's always so difficult, you said, love...
they will change name, but you, month after month
you're present...
What is it if night makes me feel nostalgic?
If I don't have fantasy
I can't choose
each time, each fallow that comes back
to give life to a new seed
will bring new life for me too!
will bring new life for me too!
new life for me too!