Claudio Baglioni
Miscellaneous
You will have smiles on your face like crickets and stars in August
stories photographed inside a leather-bound album
thunder of supersonic planes that make you raise your head
and the darkness at dawn that turns silver at the window...
You will have a telephone nearby which already means waiting
foam of crazy surf chasing each other in the sea
and white trousers to take out because it's already summer
a train to America without stops...
You will have two sweeter tears to dry
a sun that kills itself and cockle fishermen< br/>And snow of mountains and rain of hills
You will have a stick of cream to suck...
You will have an immature woman and a young pain
Avenues of burning leaves to set your heart on fire
You will have a chair to sit on and hours
Empty as chocolate eggs
And a friend who will have disappointed you, betrayed you, deceived...
You will have you will have
Your time to go far away
you will walk forgetting
you will stop dreaming...
You will have you will have
the same sad hope as mine
and you will feel that you have never loved enough...
if love love you will have...
You will have new words to look for when evening comes
and a hundred bridges to cross and make the railing ring
the first cigarette that smokes in your mouth a a little cough
Christmas with holly and red candles...
You'll have a job to sweat
mornings soaked in shivers and dew
electronic games and stones in the street
you will have memories of umbrellas and keys to forget...
You will have caresses to talk to the dogs
and it will always be Sunday tomorrow
and you will have conversations locked inside and hands
that rummage through pockets of life
and a radio to hear that the war is over...
You will have you will have your time to go far away
you will walk forgetting you will stop dreaming...
You will have you will have
the same sad hope as mine
and you will feel that you have never loved enough...
if love love love you will have...