In the street, around me, around us,
There are all these fights, these distresses
These lives which are not,
There are so many questions of every day
In these times
Every moment, I hear cries, I hear voices
All these people on the road, left there, within reach e of our arms
Life and love are difficult
In the times that run
But I go against the wind, against time, against the days
I have still hope waiting, against the countdown alone
Of these running times, these running times
How far away are the times of flowers and jasmine
Must- he says goodbye to the projects,
Our dreams of tomorrow that fly away with the vultures
In the times that run
I have prayers, words that I say in the black,
Days when I'm too cold
The long evenings when I see myself in the mirror
And where I feel my breath short
In the times that run
But I go against the wind, against time, against the days
I still have hope waiting against the only countdown
I am still waiting for spring, I look tenderly around
I stretch out my hands, I see ahead and I believe again and always
In these running times, these running times.
La la la
La la la
La la la
Da la la
Da la la
Da la la
Oh la la
Da la la
Use me against your arms, hold me still with your love
Nothing is ever lost, they still announce the good days
In the times that run, the times that run
They still herald the good days
In these times.

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