Il momento giusto [English translation]

Time slides, slides, slides and you

Who hoped that your life would change

Did like everyone else

And gave too little room for feelings

Because deep within

Building certainties with your instinct scare you

Specially if instinct tells you to take a chance

To take another ride

Because if you let it be, it will be fine the next time

And your wife makes you coffee

As you always play the lotto

And you still think that

Tomorrow could be the right time

Tomorrow could be the right time

Time slides, slides, slides and you

You always remain with a foot in Cuba

And the other in Setteville1

You've not decided between saying and doing

Between taking or leaving

You lost too many trains but you continue waiting

Waiting for the occasion but without ever taking a chance

You love to balance but continue planning

And you don't ask yourself why you never trusted

Your future, that continues to tell you that

Tomorrow could be the right time

Tomorrow could be the right time

Furniture, witnesses, improvised insurers

Car designers, close friends for soccer matches

And remissions not paid, a youth that passes, that passes

That will never come back

That will never come back

That will never come back

That will never come back

Tomorrow could be the right time

Tomorrow could be the right time

Tomorrow could be the right time

Tomorrow could be the right time

Fashion telephones, modified consoles

Beautiful cars paid in installments

Middle class meeting places

A youth, a youth

A youth, a youth that passes, that passes

That will never come back

That will never come back

That will never come back

That will never come back

That passes, that passes

That will never come back

That passes, that passes

That will never come back

That will never come back

That will never come back

1. Setteville is a place in Rome where Moro grew up

• Artist:Fabrizio Moro
• Album:Barabba (2009)