If Wishes Were Horses Then Beggars Would Ride

But You Stayed At The Door Too Afraid To Try

You Lost Your Licks Along The Way

And The Band Just Kicked Away

You Stepped On The Stage Once Before

Now You Say You Dont Want To Play Anymore

You've Lost Your Light It Just Faded Away

In Different Shades Of Grey

Its Always Darker Before Dawn

But You Never Took A Chance And Now Its Gone

You Cant Go Back You Cant Rewind

You Lost Your Tricks Somewhere Down The Line

Do You Remember Your Passionnata ?

Dancing To The Beat Like You Oughta

Do You Remember Your Passionnata ?

Shake It All Out Like You Gotta

The Rain Has Washed Those Dirty Streets

Were We Use To Play Where We Use To Meet

They Say It Never Rains But It Pours

But Is It Ever Too Late To Break Down The Door ?

We Were Two Of A Kind Once Before

But You Dont Want To Hear It Anymore

I Cant Believe Your Heart Has Change

How Does It Feel To Act Your Age ?

You Wanted A Place In The Sun

But You Skipped Your Turn That Day Is Gone

You Cant Look Back Cos You're So Blind

You Cant Hold Back The Hands Of Time

Do You Remember Your Passionatta ?

Dancing To The Beat Like You Oughtta

Do You Remember Your Passionnata ?

Shake It All Out Like You Gotta

Oh You Gotta

Italiano

Tutti giorni in questa strada, 
alle sette ogni mattina, 
il cuor turbato ma son pronto ad aspettare, un po’ nervoso, 
questa ragazza camminando, 
vedo passar davanti a me, 
mi sembra un angelo caduto 
solo per me.

Con tua pelle d'oro, 
tuoi capelli di grano,
e tuoi occhi d'azzurro, 
tu sei, tu sei, 
Con tua pelle d'oro, 
tuoi capelli d’ebano di grano,
e tuoi occhi d'azzuro, 
tu sei, tu sei, 
oh tu sei mi-o cie-lo.

Un lunedì dal cielo grigio, 
vidi una stella nel tuo sguardo, 
un enigma il tuo sorriso sulle tue labbra di velluto 
il cuore mi suonò il tamburo, 
ma presto lo sentii spezzare, 
quando capii ché questa fiamma 
bruciava,
ma non per me.


Français

Tous les jours dans cette rue
A sept heure tous les matins
Le cœur troublé mais prêt à attendre un peu nerveux
Cette fille qui avance,
Que je vois passer devant moi,
Et qui me semble être un ange tombé du ciel
Seulement pour moi

Avec ta peau dorée
Tes cheveux de blé
Et tes yeux bleus
Tu es, tu es,
Avec ta peau dorée
Tes cheveux de blé
Et tes yeux bleus
Tu es mon ciel

Un lundi de ciel gris
Je vis une étoile dans ton regard
Sur tes lèvres de velours
Ton sourire était une énigme
Mon cœur se mit à battre
Mais très vite il se brisa 
Quand je compris que cette flamme
Brûlait
Mais pas pour moi


English

Every day in this street
At seven o’clock each morning
The heart troubled but ready to way a little anxiously
For this girl to go by
She walks in front of me
And seems to me like an angel
Fallen from the sky
Just for me

With your skin of gold
And your hair of silk
And your azure eyes
You are you are
Oh! you are my heaven

One Monday beneath a grey sky
I saw a star in your eyes
On your velvet lips
Your smile was an enigma
My heart began to beat
But was quickly broken
When I realized that this flame
Was burning
But not for me.

Italiano

Tutti giorni in questa strada, 
alle sette ogni mattina, 
il cuor turbato ma son pronto ad aspettare, un po’ nervoso, 
questa ragazza camminando, 
vedo passar davanti a me, 
mi sembra un angelo caduto 
solo per me.

Con tua pelle d'oro, 
tuoi capelli di grano,
e tuoi occhi d'azzurro, 
tu sei, tu sei, 
Con tua pelle d'oro, 
tuoi capelli d’ebano di grano,
e tuoi occhi d'azzuro, 
tu sei, tu sei, 
oh tu sei mi-o cie-lo.

Un lunedì dal cielo grigio, 
vidi una stella nel tuo sguardo, 
un enigma il tuo sorriso sulle tue labbra di velluto 
il cuore mi suonò il tamburo, 
ma presto lo sentii spezzare, 
quando capii ché questa fiamma 
bruciava,
ma non per me.


Français

Tous les jours dans cette rue
A sept heure tous les matins
Le cœur troublé mais prêt à attendre un peu nerveux
Cette fille qui avance,
Que je vois passer devant moi,
Et qui me semble être un ange tombé du ciel
Seulement pour moi

Avec ta peau dorée
Tes cheveux de blé
Et tes yeux bleus
Tu es, tu es,
Avec ta peau dorée
Tes cheveux de blé
Et tes yeux bleus
Tu es mon ciel

Un lundi de ciel gris
Je vis une étoile dans ton regard
Sur tes lèvres de velours
Ton sourire était une énigme
Mon cœur se mit à battre
Mais très vite il se brisa 
Quand je compris que cette flamme
Brûlait
Mais pas pour moi


English

Every day in this street
At seven o’clock each morning
The heart troubled but ready to way a little anxiously
For this girl to go by
She walks in front of me
And seems to me like an angel
Fallen from the sky
Just for me

With your skin of gold
And your hair of silk
And your azure eyes
You are you are
Oh! you are my heaven

One Monday beneath a grey sky
I saw a star in your eyes
On your velvet lips
Your smile was an enigma
My heart began to beat
But was quickly broken
When I realized that this flame
Was burning
But not for me.