Passengers, Luciano Pavarotti - Miss Sarajevo

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 A time for curling 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 Is there a time for different colours Different names you find it hard to spell Is there a time for first communion A time for East Seventeen Is there a time to turn to Mecca Is there a 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 fiume Come 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 And the night is set to freeze