I remember when I was a child, all around me it used to shine I could see the sun, and true colours of the summer sky.
Was the time when the flowers bloomed, and grew in exuberance, when you told me, “It’s late baby come back home” Come back home.
Was the time of “Happy days” To have fun and just play I’ll never forget My runs and the football games
The scrapes on my knees Holydays in Sicily When I believed again in happiness dreaming a close Family
Where is that child who wanted to live forever Like in a fairytale Because a dream is better
Where are the days Made up with jam and butter I’d like to come back But now all seems to me so far away Oh… just remains…. Sweet tears and a little pain
I remember the Christmas snow, in my bed waiting for the Lord I remember one gift that will never come
when the corn was corn and the Rock was “The Rolling Stones” when a friend was friend and the future was to become like Superman.
Where is that child who wanted to live forever Like in a fairytale Because a dream is better
Where are the days Made up with jam and butter I’d like to come back But now all seems to me so far away Oh....just remains…. Sweet tears and a little pain
Now all is changed In this bad world Or maybe It’s just me I’m not the same any moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
