Text of "Le temps qui passe" by Giuseppe Mignemi


The tic toc of a clock,
time passes by
the course of a river
time passes by
the falling of rain
time passes by.

A new-born cries at life
an old man roars at death
a heart for eternity
and a wrinkled face
is time that passes the soul.

No one can stop
time passes by
we must use it well
time passes by
don't waste it for nothing
time passes by.

Now the time has come
and the time that is lost
during the memory of a loud silence
the charming voices
of time passing the soul.

In the whole world
time passes by
in our deepest awareness
time passes by.