Letras: Gatti-Vision. Adolescence. Finest Hour.

No more war, no more pain
Everybody stays the same
He knows that nothing will ever change, not again
Our finest hour is at hand

Like the smile on her face, like the runner in the race
Like the grinning Mars in outer space, it stays in place...

Born a decade too early and 15 minutes too late
And a flash of light can seal your fate on any date
Our finest hour will have to wait...