Passerà

Songs aren't written
They just come to life
They're the things that happen
Every day around us

Songs just need to be caught
There's one out there for you
Who struggles more to live
And never smiles at all

Songs are like gypsies
Stealing poetry
They're tricks like pills
Of happiness

Songs don't heal
Loves and diseases
But that little pain
That existence gives us

It will pass, it will pass
If a boy and a guitar are there
Like you, in the city
Watching this life that won't go
That kills us with illusions
And with the age of songs

It will pass over us
We'll all end up broke sooner or later
With the whys, the who knows
And the anxieties of a rich poverty
Talking about loves you don't have
Singing a song you don't know how it goes
'Cause you lost it inside
And you only remember
It will pass

In a world of cars
And high speed
For those who always come in last
And for those who say goodbye
For those who crash into the obstacles
Of diversity
Songs are fireflies
Singing in the dark

It will pass sooner or later
This little pain
That's in you, that's in me, that's in us
And makes us feel like sailors
At the mercy of the wind and nostalgia
Singing a song you don't know how it goes
But that little pain
Whether it's hate, or whether it's love
It will pass

It will pass, it will pass
Even if you just do
La, la, la
It will pass, it will pass
And a song will serve for something
If your little pain
Whether it's hate, or whether it's love
It will pass