If it was born once again
this restless body
it will follow the same star
and it will be the way it was
Although it dreamt of happiness
and some better days (light days, lit.)
when you geather what once was
everything fits one song
melancholy in the soul, in the soul
it's sleeping in my soul
and it's tearing my heart apart
while it's singing its songs
melancholy in the soul, in the soul
it's sleeping in my soul
and it writes the last song
youth doesnt exist anymore
My youth is simple
Does anyone care about it?
and that the youth was wasted by
these fingers on the guitar
this is our song
because nothing separates us
and you were, like me,
drinking from the same glass
melancholy in the soul, in the soul..