Con il passare del tempo [English translation]

Then

as time

passes,

the will

gets tired;

it stops

defending itself.

And you

have already learned

to fake it,

and we keep going

on.

Then

as time

passes,

any conversation

turns

to things

I already know.

And you

find it pointless

to repeat the same thing

and so we stop

talking.

But the fear

of hurting someone,

prevents you

from leaving,

although

there's nothing left

to save.

But I don't know

what you are going to do

out of here,

alone.

Then

as time

passes,

you feel

like many people

you

don't laugh at, anymore.

And you

are finally

realizing

that you are not in love,

anymore.

...that you are not in love,

anymore

• Artist:Umberto Bindi
• Album:Con il passare del tempo (1972)