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What madness
I used to complain about the hard life
Not having time to go out

And now, boy?
See the irony of fate
I have plenty of time to go out
From the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the sofa

If the time I have is mine
If not, who chose it?
If that old way of seeing has already died

And when time comes back
It brings the luck to teach
Living is beautiful and makes waiting worthwhile

To tighten the hug
And the smell of the sea
And to find you
And to find you
From the taste of the street, walking with the Moon
And to find you
And to find you