La Stagione Dell'Amore
Franco Battiato
The Season of Love
The season of love comes and goes,
Desires hardly ever age with time.
If I think about how I wasted my time
That won't come back, it won't return anymore.
The season of love comes and goes,
Suddenly without realizing it, you will live it, it will surprise you.
We had so many chances
Losing them; don't regret them, never regret them.
Another enthusiasm will make your heart beat.
New possibilities to get to know each other
And lost horizons never forget.
The season of love will come back
With fears and bets, how long will it last this time?
If I think about how I wasted my time
That won't come back, it won't return anymore.