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The Season of Loves

Franco Battiato

La Estaciòn De Los Amores

La estaciòn de los amores,viene y va,
y los deseos no envejecen, a pesar de la edad.
Si pienso en como he malgastado yo mi tiempo,
que no volverà, no regreserà, màs.
La estaciòn de los amores, viene y va,
y llegarà sin avisar, ya veràs, te sorprenderà.
Tuvimos tantas occasiones, perdìendolas.
No las llores màs, no las llores hoy, màs.
Le queda un nuevo entusiasmo, por latir, al corazòn.
Qué otra possilidad de conocerse.
Los horizontes perdidos no regresan jamàs.
La estaciòn de los amores,
volverà con el temor y las apuestas,
y esta vez cuanto durarà.
Si pienso en cuanto he malgastado yo mi tiempo,
que no volverà, no regresarà, màs.
Tuvimos tantas ocasiones, perdìendolas.
No las llores màs, no las llores hoy, màs.
La estaciòn de los amores, viene y va,
y los deseos no envejecen, a pesar de la edad.
Si pienso como he malgastado yo mi tiempo,
que no volverà, no regresarà, màs.

The Season of Loves

The season of loves, comes and goes,
and desires do not age, despite the age.
If I think about how I wasted my time,
that will not return, will not come back, anymore.
The season of loves, comes and goes,
and will arrive without warning, you'll see, it will surprise you.
We had so many chances, losing them.
Don't cry for them anymore, don't cry today, anymore.
There is a new enthusiasm left, to beat, in the heart.
What other possibility to get to know each other.
The lost horizons never return.
The season of loves,
will return with fear and bets,
and this time how long will it last.
If I think about how I wasted my time,
that will not return, will not come back, anymore.
We had so many chances, losing them.
Don't cry for them anymore, don't cry today, anymore.
The season of loves, comes and goes,
and desires do not age, despite the age.
If I think about how I wasted my time,
that will not return, will not come back, anymore.

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