Lo Strano Percorso

There's a time for hopeful, longing kisses,
In the back of the first grade B.
Big glasses, always the same, a bit too thick,
To impress someone like her.
In literature class,
Watching her reflect
On the trick questions from the teacher.
Don't fall for it, babe, no!

There's a time for the first tense, unsure sighs,
Until the awkwardness fades away.
With synchronized movements, slow gestures,
Known only in theory.
Like in fairy tales,
Up above the clouds,
Convinced that moment will last,
From here to eternity.

The strange journey
Of each one of us,
That even a great book or a big movie
Could never really describe.
How complicated it is,
And unpredictable,
How in a second everything can change,
Nothing stays the same.

There's a time for silence/consent, solid and thick,
From those who have no more arguments.
Phrases already said, already replayed in a thousand episodes
Of a soap opera on TV.
It must be the habit,
It must seem pointless,
To search so much and in the end it’s all right here,
For everyone it’s all right here.

The strange journey
Of each one of us,
That even a great book or a big movie
Could never really describe.
How complicated it is,
And unpredictable,
How in a second everything can change,
Nothing stays the same.

There's a time for something on the face, like a smile,
That wasn't there yesterday but is here today.
It seemed so far and distant, lost forever,
But it’s come back with you.
With you who makes my heart race,
The heart that you make live,
The time for all the time to come,
In the time that will come.

The strange journey
Of each one of us,
That even a great book or a big movie
Could never really describe.
How complicated it is,
And unpredictable,
How in a second everything can change,
Nothing stays the same.