Portate Mal

The day is over
Now the light slips away through the empty streets
Tomorrow the sun rises
That will come punctually as always to its appointment

(chorus)
However, nothing will be the same
I tell you nothing is the same
Close your eyes, I'll tell you a secret
I close mine and you'll tell a lie

Tell me if you would look for me on Thursdays
If you dare, better make it Fridays
Tell me if you would look for me on Thursdays
If you dare, better make it Fridays
And by the way, tell me too
How old you are