Lo strano percorso [English translation]

There's a time for hoped kisses, desired

at school in the 1° B class (literaly it's "among the desks" but I don't know if it's correct)

big glasses, always the same, a bit too thick

to like to someone like her (or maybe "to be liked by someone like her")

during the hour of literature

looking her while she thinks about

professor's trick questions

don't fall in the trap, my love no!

there's a time for the first tense insecure sighs

until the embarrassment disappears

with the synchronism of the movements, with slow gestures

known only in theory

like in the fairytales

up above the clouds

convinced that that moment will last

from there to eternity

the strange path

of each one of us

that not even a great book or a great movie

could ever describe

for how much is complicated

and unpredictable

for in a second everything can change

nothing remains as it is

acquiescence, solid and dense

of who no longer has topics

phrases already said, already listened again in 1000 episodes

of a tv soap

perhaps is the habit

or maybe is that it seems useless

searching so much, and in the end that's all here

for everyone that's all here

the strange path

of each one of us

that not even a great book or a great movie

could ever describe

for how much is complicated

and unpredictable

for in a second everything can change

nothing remains as it is

there's a time for something on the face, something like a smile

that yesterday wasn't there and now is

it looked so far and distant, lost forever

instead it has returned with you

with you who make my heart beat, that make live

time for all the time that will come

in the time that will come

• Artist:Max Pezzali