[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 
 
[Solo: Vic] 
 
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