Nobody has ever taught us how to live,
to live phocopying the past,
to live even though I did not ask to live,
like a song noone will sing.

But if you saw
on your doorstep
the man who sleeps in a cardboard box,
if you were to listen to the world
one morning
without the noise of the rain,
you, who can create with your voice,
you think the thoughts of the people;
then, about God, there is only one God.

Nobody has ever taught us to live.
to live is not possible without the past,
to live is beautiful even though you never
asked for it;
there will be a song
and always someone to sing it.
Someone is not enough for me.
To live still searching for the great love.
Why, why, why, why
do you not live tonight?
To live as if we never had to die.
Why, why, why, why
do you not live now?
To live and then suddenly understand...
Why, why, why,
Life is not life
...that after all you did not live this life.
...because you did not live it.

To live searching for the great love.
To live.
To live as if we never had to die.
to live.
To live and then suddenly understand...
Why, why, why ?
Life is not life...
that after all you did not live this life.
...because you never lived it.

I say no to you.
I say yes to you.
I say to you that
I want to live!