Time stopped and the rain didn't rain
When across the Palermo sky there appeared
I come pierced by a Monday of terror
And I don't regret another afternoon without sun
I have some memory of the place where I was born
I have the suspicion that I was happy too
I have such desire to stop and to go on
Or to escape for some centuries from myself
And at every night that fell
And to flirt with demons, no
I will look in my memories again
Your eyes first, my January nights
I will travel learning to go on
I want to remember you like that
And at every night that fell
And to flirt with demons, no
I will look in my memories again
Your eyes first, my January nights
I will travel learning to go on
I want to remember you like that
I will travel learning to go on
Your eyes first, my January nights
I will travel learning to go on
Your eyes first, my January nights
I will look in my memories again
Your eyes first, my January nights
Your eyes first, my January nights
Your eyes first, my January nights
Your eyes first, my January nights