| how much time? |
| now past and pass?
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| The engine orchestras accompany the sighs:
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| today where? |
| gone yesterday will go away.
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| If you look in the pockets of the evening
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| find the hours you already know,
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| but the laughter of the minutes changes to tears now
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| and the time gone you will not find again ...
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| Days without meaning, like a windless sea,
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| like beads of sadness necklaces ...
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| The doors of summer from winter are wet:
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| a dog flees like your youth.
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| In the corners of your home you look for the world,
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| in books and poets you look for yourself,
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| but your poet dies and the dawn will not see?
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| and where does time run, who knows?
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| In the sun of the courtyards your youthful ghosts
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| run after mocking Silvias,
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| yes? |
| turned off the fountain, yes? |
| oxidized the bell:
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| why? |
| Are you laughing at the lovers game now?
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| Are you ready to throw yourself on the streets,
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| the useless baggage you have inside you,
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| but you fear the sun and the water will fall sooner or later?
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| and time gone will not return ...
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| Sharp professionals, between smiles and greetings,
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| make fun of your doubts about life,
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| the mothers of your loves are dreaming of doctors,
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| they accuse you of an unclear crisis:
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| the crystal ball yes? |
| blurred
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| and your kite no longer flies,
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| not even doubt remains in your thoughts
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| and time passes and stop it if you can ...
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| If the days have called you, you have answered like a listless person,
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| the smile of the mirrors? |
| already |
| finished,
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| in the alleys and on the walls that fool you were
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| ? |
| left alone to cry amused.
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| In the windy seed you grab your luck,
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| to the wise red ask your why ?,
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| would you like to get up in the sky screaming who you are,
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| but time passes and never comes back ...
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| And another day? |
| gone, his music has finished him,
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| how much time? |
| now passed and will pass ?!
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| You sing phrases in the street that no one pays attention to,
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| tomorrow how will everything go ?:
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| you look into your hands and hold the void,
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| if you look in your pockets you will find
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| the loose change that you didn't have yesterday, but
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| time gone will not return?
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| time gone will not return?
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| time gone will not return ... |