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