Avrai

You will have smiles on your face like crickets and stars in August
Stories photographed in a leather-bound album
Sonic booms of supersonic planes that make you raise your head
And the darkness at dawn turning silver at the window

You will have a phone nearby that already means waiting
Foam of crazy big waves chasing each other in the sea
And white pants to put on because it's already summer
A train to America with no stops

You will have two sweeter tears to dry
A sun that kills itself and clam fishermen
And mountain snow and hill rain
You will have a little stick of cream to suck

You will have a bitter woman and a young pain
Avenues of flaming leaves to set your heart on fire
You will have a chair to sit on and hours
Empty as chocolate eggs
And a friend who will have disappointed, betrayed, deceived you

You will have, you will have, you will have
Your time to go far away
You will walk forgetting
You will stop dreaming
You will have, you will have, you will have
The same sad hope as mine
And you will feel you have never loved enough
If you will have love

You will have new words to search for when evening comes
And a hundred bridges to cross and make the railing ring
The first cigarette that smokes in your mouth a bit of cough
Holly Christmas and red candles

You will have a job to sweat
Drenched mornings of shivers and dew
Electronic games and stones on the street
You will have memories, umbrellas, and keys to forget

You will have caresses to talk to the dogs
And it will always be Sunday tomorrow
And you will have closed conversations inside and hands
That rummage through life's pockets
And a radio to hear that the war is over

You will have, you will have, you will have
Your time to go far away
You will walk forgetting, you will stop dreaming
You will have, you will have, you will have
The same sad hope as mine
And you will feel you have never loved enough
If you will have love