Come Foglie

The heat has poured down
It tore the sky apart
They say it's the fault of a summer like never before
It's raining and meanwhile I think
Does this water make sense?
It speaks of a noise
Before the silence and then...
It's a winter that's leaving us
So how do you explain
This damn nostalgia?
Of trembling like leaves and then
Of falling to the ground?
In the summer, I die a little
I wait for the return
Of an illusion
Of a summer I don't know...
When it arrives and when it leaves,
If it returns?
The time has come
To make room
For those who say
I've never given space
I follow the sixth sense
Of the rain, the wind
May it lead me straight
Straight to you
You will feel the cold
It's a winter that's already gone from us
So how do you explain
This damn nostalgia?
Of trembling like leaves and then
Of falling to the ground?
In the summer, I die a little
I wait for the return
Of an illusion
Of a summer I don't know...
When it arrives and when it leaves,
If it returns?
It's a winter that's already gone from us
So how do you explain
This damn nostalgia?
Of trembling like leaves and then
Of falling to the ground
In the summer, I die a little
I wait for the return
Of an illusion
Of a summer I don't know...
When it arrives and when it leaves,
If it returns?
The time has come
To make room
For those who say
I've never given time
And space