Now she thinks back an hour ago
With me in my dad's car
And in the meantime the eyes tear
They're smiling at the idea of nostalgia
Sweet, imagine her like this
Who's dreaming to be still there
In that road where after a while
She asked me: "Let's leave" and I never made her my own
She, she, she
She comes back to my mind
I brought her home only an hour ago
And it already seems like an eternity
She, she, she
Between my fingers I feel her
Delicate flower that's not
Season to pick
She, she, she
She comes back to my mind
I brought her home only an hour ago
And it already seems like an eternity
She, she, she
Between my fingers I feel her
Delicate flower that's not
Season to pick