I had a life ahead of me.
I was a dreamer, like a kid.
I dreamed naively of useless things,
but then everything passes with time.
Days, months—months and years—
they fly by so quickly,
and you realize that dreams count for nothing.
You have grown up.
There is nobody next to me,
only the regret I have about you,
but I always dream like a kid.
My dreams have no age.
They are simple facts
that I carry inside of me like a poem.
I had given everything to you,
and today the time around me
is all covered with melancholy.
You grow up—you no longer dream.
You grow up—you no longer dream.
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I had given everything to you,
and today the time around me
is all covered with melancholy.
You grow up—you no longer dream.
You grow up—you no longer dream.