I found from the bottom of a drawer
an old picture and I started looking
at the moments that were in my past,
the people and myself as well.
By chance, then
I travelled back in time
and saw myself again
in the house, where I grew up in.
The atmosphere is filled with memories
I look at the good ones, and don't see any of the bad ones.
I don't care. I don't care about those.
There are moments that we can repeat
And there are some, which we can ignore.
We don't care. We don't care about those.
A rusty seesaw outside
all the children once played here.
It was like yesterday.
It is getting back to me again.
On this picture I am
with my very first friend.
Sometimes I think to myself
what became of him.
The atmosphere is filled with memories
I look at the good ones, and don't see any of the bad ones.
I don't care. I don't care about those.
There are moments that we can repeat
And there are some, which we can ignore.
We don't care. We don't care about those.
Pictures are flicking in front of my eyes
I still remember these feelings.
They will always remain with me,
I will bring them with me.
The atmosphere is filled with memories
I look at the good ones, and don't see any of the bad ones.
I don't care. I don't care about those.
There are moments that we can repeat
And there are some, which we can ignore.
We don't care. We don't care about those.