It's the evening of miracles, be careful
Someone in the alleys of Rome
With his mouth shreds a song
It's the evening of dogs talking to each other
About the moon that is about to fall
And people run to the squares to go see

This evening so sweet that you could drink it
To spend with a hundred thousand in a stadium
An evening so strange and deep that even the radio says it
In fact, it broadcasts it
So black that it stains the sheets
It's the hour of miracles that confuses me
I seem to hear the noise of a ship on the waves

The city moves
With its squares and gardens and people in bars
It floats and goes away
Even without current, it will walk
But this evening flies
Its sails on the houses are a thousand sheets

There are also the criminals
You don't have to be afraid, but be a little careful
Two by two the lovers
Unfurl the sails like pirates

And in the middle of this sea
I will try to discover which star you are
Because I would get lost
If I were to understand that you are not here tonight

It's the night of miracles, be careful
Someone in the alleys of Rome
Has written a song
Far away a light becomes bigger and bigger
In the night that is about to end
And the ship that returns
To take us to sleep

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