Tempo ne avrai [English translation]

The highway of the time, which drive me to you, is a slow breath when the night comes.

I was walking in the night, without wondering if this rain were hiding the moon.

You will have the time - I always told myself.

You will have the time and I don't think of anything.

The summer always comes back, I come back to you; chase these mosquitos, I can't sleep.

It's easy to change even the picture, but there is a desert of ink that reminds me something.

You will have the time - I always told myself.

You will have the time and I don't think of anything.

I'll sing because love flies, and as long as it flies in the air, there is still a word.

Life is a song, a dream, an emotion you have to give.

I'll sing like the cicada in the summer, like trips along the Euphrates, like panzers and fairy, dreams and chimeras, lakes and mountain chains, the sage who has predicted for me:

"You will have the time."

Lizards never move in the sun, in the flight of the days I'll take a decision serenely.

I drive along the coast and notice that there is a trellis on the hill which is challenging the sky.

You will have the time - I always told myself.

You will have the time and I don't think of anything.

I'll sing because love flies, and as long as it flies in the air, there is still a word.

Life is a song, a dream, an emotion you have to give.

I'll sing like the cicada in the summer, like trips along the Euphrates, like panzers and fairy, dreams and chimeras, lakes and mountain chains, the sage who has predicted for me.

I'll sing because love flies, and as long as it flies in the air, there is still a word.

Life is a song, a dream, an emotion you have to give.

"You will have the time."

"You will have the time."