Univers (French pronunciation: [ynivɛʁ], "ünivair") is the name of a realist sans-serif typeface designed by Adrian Frutiger in 1954.
Originally conceived and released by Deberny & Peignot in 1957, the type library was acquired in 1972 by Haas. Haas'sche Schriftgiesserei (Haas Type Foundry) was later folded into the D. Stempel AG and Linotype collection in 1985 and 1989 respectively.
Univers is one of a group of neo-grotesque sans-serif typefaces, all released in 1957, that includes Folio and Neue Haas Grotesk (later renamed Helvetica). These three faces are sometimes confused with each other, because each is based on the 1898 typeface Akzidenz-Grotesk. These typefaces figure prominently in the Swiss Style of graphic design.
Different weights and variations within the type family are designated by the use of numbers rather than names, a system since adopted by Frutiger for other type designs. Frutiger envisioned a large family with multiple widths and weights that maintained a unified design idiom. However, the actual typeface names within Univers family include both number and letter suffixes.
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Volo, girando, girando io volo
Volo, girando, girando io vedo
L' Univers
L' Univers
Come nella nave notte
Taglio l' aria
Volo, girando, girando io volo
Volo, girando, girando io vedo
L' Univers
L' Univers
Stringi forte la mano con la mia
Ti portero` lontano
Run, run, run
Prendi la mia mano e vieni via
Ti portero` lontano
Run, run, run
L' Univers
L' Univers
Come nella nave notte
Taglio l' aria
Volo, girando, girando io volo
Volo, girando, girando io vedo
L' Univers
L' Univers
Stringi forte la mano con la mia
Ti portero` lontano
Run, run, run
Prendi la mia mano e vieni via
Ti portero` lontano
Run, run, run
Prendi la mia mano e vieni via
Ti portero` lontano
Run, run, run
Prendi la mia mano e vieni via
Ti portero` lontano
Run, run, run
Prendi la mia mano e vieni via
Ti portero` lontano
Run, run, run
Prendi la mia mano e vieni via
Ti portero` lontano
Run, run, run
Prendi la mia mano e vieni via
Ti portero` lontano
So I can't believe in you
And you can't believe in me?
Is this what we call a truce?
Is this how it's meant to be?
In these arms a pleasant lace of charms so ask me
One more time I beg for
One less sign to see what
I can find among the ones you make me out to be
I know I am like everything before
I can I see when I am on the floor
I cross I wait for everything to turn
I am I breathe for what you make me yearn
In these arms a pleasant lace of charms so ask me
One more time I beg for
One less sign to see what
I can find among the ones you make me out to...
One more time
One less sign
When you turn your back to me
(and so I wait for you to turn)
One more time I beg for
One less sign to see what
I can find among the one you make me out to...
One more time
One more time
When you turn your back to me
One more time
One less sign
When you turn to me again