Tic tic tac the hours pass quickly,
even if I do not know where they go.
period of change.
A path lies before you mine.
Each step is one minute,
and every minute you do something.
Tic tic tac
is inexorable.
If things do not go on accumulating,
problems worsen,
mouths open, and
is not covered, taking out words, you
flood and make you blow up.
Tic tic tac
there is no choice.
the path is traced, and all roads
you feel you are stricken.
This is the way,
like it or not.
'm sitting here and I feel tictaccare
Tic tic tac
The days go by and in less than no time to spend weeks and months.
hardly did you realize you have lived,
stay open mouth looking back you've been through,
how, after all, things are small, and that you survived.
Ma non c'è più tempo per questo pensiero... perchè
Tic Tic Tac
Il momento è già passato.
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