And then they pass like this...
You realize when they are gone
And leave you grappled to a trail of memories, of memories
How many are the beautiful days of a love story?
Those that you can't forget
And that you hide within your heart
And that you dust when you're feeling bad...
Hand in hand
I see two naive youngsters
In a world of songs and poetry
Tomorrow, tomorrow it'll be us
But stay for tonight
Don't ask me to make you go away
You are passion and a torment
You are the dawn and the sunset
I wish we were eternal
I wish we could go back to those days
To that trip where we slept in a barn
To that drunk dance in front of the sea
To a room where the sun shone on us
All day long, all around us...
Where do the beautiful days of a love story go to?
Those moments that you no longer can forget
They fall asleep in your heart
And when it's dark
You caress them
Hand in hand
We're two naive youngsters
Still looking for songs and poetry
Tomorrow, it's already tomorrow
Now tell me if you're staying
Or if you're sure you want to walk away
You are passion and a torment
You are the dawn and the sunset
Hand in hand, your hands...
Your hands between my hands...
You are passion and a torment
You are the oath I make...
I wish we were eternal
And with you, return to those days