Miss Sarajevo - Passengers, Luciano Pavarotti

Is there a time for keeping your distance

A time to turn your eyes away

Is there a time for keeping your head down

For getting on with your day

Is there a time for kohl and lipstick

Is there time for cutting hair

Is there a time for high street shopping

To find the right dress to wear

Here she comes, heads turn around

Here she comes, to take her crown

Is there a time to run for cover

A time for kiss and tell

A time for different colours

Different names you find hard to spell

Is there a time for first communion

A time for East 17

Is there time to turn to Mecca

Is there time to be a beauty queen

Here she comes, beauty plays the clown

Here she comes, surreal in her crown

Dici che il fiume

Trova la via al mare

E come il fiume

Giungerai a me

Oltre i confini

E le terre assetate

Dici che come il fiume

Come il fiume…

L’amore giungerà

L’amore…

E non so più pregare

E nell’amore non so più sperare

E quell’amore non so più aspettare

Is there a time for tying ribbons

A time for Christmas trees

Is there a time for laying tables

When the night is set to freeze