Futura [English translation]

Who knows, who knows, tomorrow

in what we'll put our hands

if you can still count the waves of the sea

and raise your head

do not be this serious, stay

the Russians, the Russians, the Americans

no tears, don't stop until tomorrow

will have been, perhaps, a thunder

I do not get amazed,

is a night of fire

where are your hands

will be born and will not have fear, our son

and who knows how he'll be tomorrow

on which roads will walk

what will be in his hands... his hands

will move and be able to fly

swim on a star

how beautiful you are

and if it's a female, will be called "Futura".

Her name, said this night

already puts fear

will be different as beautiful as a star

you'll be you in miniature

but do not stop, I want to kiss you again

close your eyes do not look back

here everyone seems to be made of glass

and are falling apart like an old crib

More, move more quickly than most, blessed

higher, in the silence between the clouds, higher

you are getting to the moon, yes, the moon

but she not as beautiful as you, this moon

she's an American skirt

So putting on the side, higher

guide that you are tired, higher

among rockets and a heart-pounding, higher

I am sure that there is the sun

but that sun is a hat ice

this sun is a chain of iron

without love, love, love, love.

Slowy slowy, now beats slower

hello, how are you

Your heart, I can feel

And your very beatiful eyes, I have not seen anymore

but don't go back now

I still want to look

do not turn your head

Where are your hands

we expect the light to return

to feel a voice

we expect without fear, tomorrow.

• Artist:Lucio Dalla