Between nostalgia and nostalgia
Between your life and mine
Between the night and the dawn
The days pass by...
Who doesn't remember that age
having reached sixteen
When we want to be
A few years older?
And who doesn't want to hide
A little, the time of yesterday
When one begins to find
Some wrinkle in his skin?
Thirty-three years,
Nothing more, are half a life
Thirty-three years,
That go away so fast.
Thirty-three years
Of loving who asks for it
Thirty-three years
Like you who would say it?
Sometimes I look back
With the nostalgia that
Remembering that age gives,
When one plays at winning.
And today if I want to bet
It touches me so much to lose
And it is that love has age
Although you may not want it (to)
Thirty-three years,
Nothing more, are half a life
Thirty-three years,
That go away so fast.
Thirty-three years
Of loving who asks for it
Thirty-three years
Like me, who would say it?