You will have smiles on your face like crickets and stars in August
Stories photographed inside a leather-bound album
Thunder from supersonic planes that raise your head
And the darkness at dawn that grows 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 as it is already summer
A train to America without stops
You will have two sweeter tears to dry
A sun that kills itself and cockle fishermen
And snow on the mountains and rain on the hills
You will have a stick of cremino to suck
You will have an unripe woman and a young pain
Avenues of burning leaves to set your heart on fire
You will have a chair to rest for hours
Empty like chocolate eggs
br/>And a friend who will have disappointed you, betrayed you, deceived
You will have, 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, you will have
You will have, you will have, you will have br/>The same sad hope of mine
And you will feel that you have never loved enough
If you have love, love
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 little cough
Christmas with holly and red candles
You will 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 dogs
And tomorrow will always be Sunday
And you will have speeches closed inside hands
That search the pockets of life
And a radio to hear that the war is over
You will have you 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

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