Lirieke: Eros Ramazzotti. Cose Della Vita.
The moments we share are human
Situations, the breakups and returns
We went through were inconceivable
As you can see I'm thinking of you
Yes, for some time now
Feeling good or bad about
Oneself is humane
It could depend on time
Or on my nostalgia
Yes as you can see
I'm thinking of you
It's as if this time
Has never passed
Where we were, what we are
We're neighbors at heart
Yet each one hides
Behind his pride
I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of us
Matters of life are taken like this
And it has been a struggle
Getting this far, yes as you can see
I'm still standing because
All my dreams are humane
I would reach out and touch them
Yes, because all my dreams are humane
I would reach out and touch them
These are matters of life
But then where is life?
Since it left, it's been a pursuit
As you can see
I'm still thinking of you
I try to face and catch this night
That slowly passes me by
And if i take the curved paths of the heart
I want to provoke even now
That I'm thinking of you of us lately
Already, lately
Situations, the breakups and returns
We went through were inconceivable
As you can see I'm thinking of you
Yes, for some time now
Feeling good or bad about
Oneself is humane
It could depend on time
Or on my nostalgia
Yes as you can see
I'm thinking of you
It's as if this time
Has never passed
Where we were, what we are
We're neighbors at heart
Yet each one hides
Behind his pride
I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking of us
Matters of life are taken like this
And it has been a struggle
Getting this far, yes as you can see
I'm still standing because
All my dreams are humane
I would reach out and touch them
Yes, because all my dreams are humane
I would reach out and touch them
These are matters of life
But then where is life?
Since it left, it's been a pursuit
As you can see
I'm still thinking of you
I try to face and catch this night
That slowly passes me by
And if i take the curved paths of the heart
I want to provoke even now
That I'm thinking of you of us lately
Already, lately
Eros Ramazzotti
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