Lucciano Pavarotti (1935 - 2007)Is there a time for keeping your distanceA time to turn your eyes awayIs there a time for keeping your head downFor getting on with your dayIs there a time for kohl and lipstickA time for curling hairIs there a time for high street shoppingTo find the right dress to wear Here she comesHeads turn aroundHere she comesTo take her crown Is there a time to run for coverA time for kiss and tellIs there a time for different coloursDifferent names you find it hard to spell Is there a time for first communionA time for East SeventeenIs there a time to turn to MeccaIs there time to be a beauty queenHere she comesBeauty plays the clownHere she comesSurreal in her crown Dici che il fiumeTrova la via al mareE come il fiumeGiungerai a meOltre i confiniE le terre assetateDici che come fiumeCome fiume...L'amore giungeràL'amore...E non so più pregareE nell'amore non so più sperareE quell'amore non so più aspettareIs there a time for tying ribbonsA time for Christmas treesIs there a time for laying tablesAnd the night is set to freeze
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Lucciano Pavarotti (1935 - 2007)Is there a time for keeping your distanceA time to turn your eyes awayIs there a time for keeping your head downFor getting on with your dayIs there a time for kohl and lipstickA time for curling hairIs there a time for high street shoppingTo find the right dress to wear Here she comesHeads turn aroundHere she comesTo take her crown Is there a time to run for coverA time for kiss and tellIs there a time for different coloursDifferent names you find it hard to spell Is there a time for first communionA time for East SeventeenIs there a time to turn to MeccaIs there time to be a beauty queenHere she comesBeauty plays the clownHere she comesSurreal in her crown Dici che il fiumeTrova la via al mareE come il fiumeGiungerai a meOltre i confiniE le terre assetateDici che come fiumeCome fiume...L'amore giungeràL'amore...E non so più pregareE nell'amore non so più sperareE quell'amore non so più aspettareIs there a time for tying ribbonsA time for Christmas treesIs there a time for laying tablesAnd the night is set to freeze