Liberi da Ore (Libre Ya de Amores)

It might be springtime
But I can't find the words to explain
How time passes
And when it does, it takes everything away with it
I've always preferred to have faith
In everything that remains
But slowly then I wonder
What remains, what is it

It might be almost evening
But I can't find the words to explain
How time changes
And when it does, it leaves everything behind
I've always preferred to keep
A good memory of the past
But slowly then I wonder
Where is what has passed

Meanwhile outside it starts again
To snow and everything
Seems to be there for hours
Still there for hours
Standing waiting
For the world to explain to everyone how it is

Meanwhile outside it starts again
To creep that breeze
That makes you stand there for hours
Motionless for hours
Immersed in the
Invisible spirit of the world that exists

Free from hours, free from hours
Free from hours, free from hours

It might be springtime
Blooming, perfuming my life
But I can't say anymore
Among the many roads which one I'll take
Nothing that started
Is truly ever finished
But what I've lost
Certainly I'll find sooner or later

Meanwhile outside it starts to sunny up
And everything seems to be there for hours
Still there for hours
Standing waiting
For the world to explain how it is
Meanwhile outside it starts again
To slow down that breeze
That makes you free from hours
Motionless for hours
Immersed in the
Invisible spirit of the world that exists

Free from hours, free from hours
Not even time to think
Free from hours, free from hours
And what remains, what is it
Free from hours, free from hours
Not even the breath to speak
Free from hours, free from hours
And where is what remains

Free from hours, free from hours
Not even time to look
Free from hours, free from hours
And what has passed is not there
Free from hours, free from hours
Not even time to think
Free from hours, free from hours
And what remains is for me
And what has passed is now not