The little blue house,
is invaded with silence,
the house of my childhood,
it hurts when I see it.
However I can't help thinking that,
I'm bound to go back there,
Again I'll walk that road
that leads to my memories.
This is where I grew up,
where I found out about life,
those beautiful days escape already,
always vibrating inside me.
The little blue house,
For me, stay the same one.
This is where the people I love
Have spent happy days.
My youth still stays here,
at the bend of this path,
My youth still stays here,
somewhere in this garden.
The little blue house,
is invaded with sadness,
but it is for me, anyway
the house of happy days,
the house of happy days.
happy days...