Lyric

It is the evening of miracles pay attention

Someone in the alleys of Rome

With his mouth tears a song to pieces

It is the evening of dogs talking to each other

Of the moon about to fall

And people run into the squares to go and see

This evening so sweet that you could drink

To pass in a hundred thousand in a stadium

An evening so strange and deep that even the radio says so

Indeed it airs it

So black that it soils the sheets

It is the hour of miracles that confuses me

I seem to hear the sound of a ship on the waves

The city moves

With squares and gardens and people in bars

It floats and it goes

Even without power it will walk

But this evening it flies

Its sails on the houses are a thousand sheets

There are also thugs

Not to be afraid but to be a little careful

Two by two the lovers

They let down their sails like pirates

And in the midst of this sea

I'll try to find out which star you are

For I would be lost

If I should realize that tonight you're not there

It is the night of miracles beware

Someone in the alleys of Rome

Has written a song

Far away a light grows bigger and bigger

In the night that is coming to an end

And the ship that returns