WHEN EVERYTHING WILL FINISH

Hope is said to be the last to die
and we in the hope of "When it will end"
we will fight for life
When it all ends ...
no more music, choirs of voices and songs on the balconies
but in squares, streets and other places
When it all ends ...
no more greetings, kisses and hugs now distant
but all united hand in hand in the great roundabouts
When it all ends ...
large wounds will remain open
of those who have fallen and got up
in the memory of what they have taken from us and of what we have lost
When it all ends ...
tears will wet our faces
for the many, many, too many who didn't make it
and they left us without our affections
When it all ends ...
never again will everything be the same
and we will look at the world with different eyes
When it all ends ...
we will imprint on us the beauty of life
thank goodness it's not over
When it all ends ...
maybe we will be a little different
but perhaps satisfied that they are no longer the same
When it all ends ...
we will get up and like warriors we will go on
no longer afraid of facing the arduous challenges
that until today have kept us so far apart