| And then they go by like this…, you realize it when they are gone
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| And they leave you clinging to a trail of memories, of memories ...
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| How many are the beautiful days of a love
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| The ones you can't forget
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| And hide inside the heart
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| And when you feel bad, you go to dust them ...
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| Hands in hands, I see two naive boys
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| Inside a world of songs and poetry
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| Tomorrow, we tomorrow ... but tonight you stay
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| Don't ask me to make you go away
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| You are passion and torment, you are dawn and dusk
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| I wish we were eternal, I would like to go back to those days
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| On that trip we slept in a barn
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| To a drunken waltz by the sea ...
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| To a room where the sun was shining all day
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| All around…
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| Where do the beautiful days of a love go
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| Those moments that you can no longer erase
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| They fall asleep in the heart, and when it gets dark
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| You go to caress them ...
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| Hands in hands, we are two naive boys
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| Still looking for songs and poetry
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| Tomorrow is already tomorrow, now tell me if you stay
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| Or are you convinced you want to leave ...
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| You are passion and torment, you are dawn and sunset ...
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| Hands in hands ... your hands ... your hands in mine ...
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| You are passion and torment, you are my oath ...
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| I wish we were eternal, and with you, go back to those days |