La Stagione Del Tuo Amore

The season of your love
is no longer spring
but in the days of your autumn
you have the sweetness of the evening
if one morning in your hair
you find a bit of snow
in the garden of your love
I will come to pick the snowdrop

Time passes over time
but you don't have to be afraid
it seems to run like the wind
but time is not in a hurry
cry and laugh like back then
laugh and cry and laugh again
every joy every pain
then find them again in the light of an hour

Time passes over time
but you don't have to be afraid
it seems to run like the wind
but time is not in a hurry
cry and laugh like back then
laugh and cry and laugh again
every joy every pain
you can find them again in the light of an hour