I don't know what happened
But it's been a while that I feel
That wasn't there six years ago
A friend who asks me then
'But tell me Gian what you still have'
And I would like to go out and tell him I can't do it (ah)
Because it's been for a while
That here does not change the wind
It's not that sweet fruit
When time as the bench takes everything
Leave today's man destroyed
As I walk I look around
The look suffocates a sigh
You are born and then die habitually
Confused in the multitude
That shouts that for you you never know nothing will change
What happens in the end
That I came into the world
It is no longer a sweet fruit
When the wave of the sea melts everything
Leave the sand man destroyed
That turns, that turns and that goes
Someone will surely fall, oh-uh
That turns, that turns, that turns and will turn
That turns, that turns, that turns and will turn