Fabrizio De André

..."And now I will wait for tomorrow
to feel nostalgia,
Mrs. Freedom, Miss Anarchy,
as precious as wine, as free as sadness,
with your cloud of doubts and beauty.

I crossed paths with you at the station
chasing your scent,
trapped by a smoky grey suit,
newspapers in one hand and your destiny in the other,
you walked side by side with your assassin..."