Dreaming of revolutions
On the riverbank
There were illusions
In my hand that you were leaving under your sweater
Of thinking badly, of my weakness
Of not having studied more
Of the songs of my youth
And of the high altitude of Robert Zimmerman1
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Oh, regrets, regrets, regrets
Regrets
Oh, regrets, regrets, regrets
Regrets
I lost my happy-go-lucky attitude
On ships sailing for conquest
I have lost because of their speed
Something that, in my heart, I regret
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[Bridge]
Of a 2 CV Citroën2
But where are the people who were inside
Of my baptism
The little silver kettle
I would like everything to come back
But everything is past
And I sing to the point of breathlessness
That I have only regrets, regrets
[CHORUS]
Regrets (x14...)
1. Reference to "At High Altitude" by Bob Dylan.2. A type of car from the fifties.