When sadness falls over me,
the world stops existing.
Then I look back and search among my memories.
To find the child that I was
and a bit of all that I lost
I look back and search among my memories.
I dream of radiant nights,
on the shores of a sea
of pure, cristaline waters
and an air laden with the smell of mock orange.
Each moment was special,
days of haste, afternoons of peace,
I look back and search among my memories.
I wish I could find again the purity,
nostalgia of so much innocence
that lasted so little.
With the poison over my skin
in front of the shadows cast on the wall
I look back and search among my memories,
I go back and search among my memories.