I'm taking a breath and rushing to the city.
The motor is always broken but thank God
There is a tram.
If I'm squeezed, I stand like this for a short time.
There is a place ahead but I don't dare to pass.
A space as if you are inside of a box.
I get out in the center, just in time to search for a bar.
It was the sun and now it's raining, tell me, how can it be?
But all is so good, almost as I wanted
And I'd never exchange with anything.
My years, my years,
Only mine, my years.
How many questions, maybe, will be
That I'm getting older
Or that maybe tomorrow I'll get one year more.
I'm eating on the run and then meet my friends.
I'm coming back home and switch on the radio
Plunging into the bath.
I'd sleep here for one month but I can't because
Tonight I've promised to go out with you.
My years, my years,
Only mine, my years.
How many questions, maybe, will be
That I'm getting older
Now it's already for an hour I have a year more.
My years, my years,
Only mine, my years.