(F. Rubulotta)
Swallow in the sky
See the reflection
I can plan the way to fly
To my destination
While I'm fondled by the sun
With no reaction
Wait for summer in my cell
I learn my direction
Time... I wait my time
Time... It will be mine
Summer waiting
I can leave my cold December
Summer waiting
For the last time to remember
Summer waiting
I can leave my cold December
Summer waiting
I can welcome summer in my heart
A bird is flying high
Beyond the correction
And I'm spending all the night
Foreseeing any action
And the wind is blowing free
It's not my immagination
Now I try to search and see
The real situation
Time... I wait my time
Time... It will be mine
Summer waiting
I can leave my cold December
Summer waiting
For the last time to remember
Summer waiting
I can leave my cold December
Summer waiting
I can welcome summer in my heart
Summer waiting
I can leave my cold December
Summer waiting
For the last time to remember
Summer waiting
I can leave my cold December
Summer waiting
I can welcome summer in my heart