Me and my dark eyes have grown up together
With a restless spirit seeking a place that doesn't exist
Through a thousand cool mornings upon my bike
Another thousand sunsets beneath the tram wires
And with a hunger for smiles and arms around me
Me and my drawers filled with memories and addresses that I have lost
I've seen the faces and voices of the ones I loved--sooner or later--go away
And I've breathed in an unknown sea
In the long and empty hours of a city summer
Beside my own shadow, enlarged with melancholy
Me and my so often "closed" nights, like the closing of an umbrella
With my face on my chest, reading my pains and my problems
I've walked on roads that turn as they follow the wind
With a feeling of uselessness deep inside
Fragile and violent, I told myself: you'll see, you'll see, you'll see
Making your way, you'll see
That you're not alone anymore
Making your way, you'll find
A hook in the middle of the sky
So you'll feel the road making your heart beat
You'll see more love, you'll see
Myself so small amid all the people in this world
I have dreamed atop a train that never left
And I've run in the middle of fields white with the moon
In order to strip away one more day from my innocence
Young and old, I told myself: you'll see, you'll see, you'll see
Making your way, you'll see
That you're not alone anymore
Making your way, you'll find
A hook in the middle of the sky
So you'll feel the road making your heart beat
You'll see more love, you'll see
And a song, not even this one, could ever change life
But what is it that makes us move on and say that it's not over?
What is it that splits our heart between songs and love?
That makes us always sing and love more?
So that tomorrow will be a better one, so that tomorrow you...
Making your way, you'll see...