[Andrea Cantarelli, Roberto Tiranti] Deep in the bottom of my heart I keep all the memories of my past. Believe me I really don't know, If it's right of not. I follow the traces of you that you left on the snow of my soul. Maybe tomorrow I'll be ready to turn this page Trying to survive day by day Maybe tomorrow I will laugh about all this pain
Maybe tomorrow but not today Feeling so cold In this morning sun Where is my faith when I need to pray Now I just need to have back my own life Finally I realize (that) your image is fading away Maybe tomorrow I'll be ready to turn this page Trying to survive day by day Maybe tomorrow I will laugh about all this pain Maybe tomorrow but not today