Turn, turn with me
In the blue hour
A false clown, a king
And the ship goes with you
Does not go back anymore
Leaving me on the set
The fountain of light
That bathes my skin
Diva-Divine, who is?
Federico calls me
On the foggy road
At the last dance of the king
Nostalgia ... and cinema ...
Cine, cine but why
do we play here
To the sweet life?
When the wind breaks down
Slow, very slowly
The heart of the city
One, two, three, eight and an half
There is the moon in the well
It shines only for you
And my breath is missing
When I see who is dancing
At the last dance of the king
Nostalgia-Nostalgia
Nostalgia what do you do to me?
Nostalgia-nostalgic
Nostalgia cinema ...
But the night already flies
I do not dream anymore
In the sweet city
And I dance alone for the moon
That weeps ... goes away ...