When you were talking to me about love
Up above my heart was floating
Only you were make dreaming me
You were the blue, the sky, the sea
Distant songs that I remember a little bit too
Songs in the kitchen on Sunday morning
Our fathers' melancholies
Searching for strenghts gone
And friendships about we don't see each other
Relationships blossomed, relationships broken off
Songs spent in portable record players
But maybe it's easier
To regret than to admit
Time already past not more coming back
And when they say that was better then yes
I reply that it's good to stay here
By now they are
By now they are only
By now, more than ever
Distant songs
Nostalgia is a trap
And if falling into it is sweet, stand inside isn't it
When you were talking to me about love
Up above my heart was floating
Our fathers' nostalgias
Maybe to talk a little bit more about love
Considering that they don't know to do it
Almost more
And when they say that one good day I'll understand
It will be true too, but not by now
By now they are
By now they are only
In each meaning they are only
Distant songs
Passions gone also if
something remains for sure
When you were talking to me about love
Up above my heart was floating
Only you were make dreaming me
You were the blue, the sky, the sea
When you were talking to me about love
Up above my heart was floating
Only you were make dreaming me
You were the blue, the sky, the sea...