If we remember, just for the sake of remembering,
The love that we once lost
This kind of nostalgia is kind of good
For the dude to be convinced
That he doesn't know he's happy
Because he didn't suffer
But, if we always dream
With someone we want to see
This kind of nostalgia is kind of bad
I can have my say
Because my life is full of suffering
Ah, if only I could come back
To the arms of the one I love
This kind of nostalgia hurts
And is as bitter as jiló
But no one can say
That they saw me sad, crying
My medicine for nostalgia is singing
My medicine for nostalgia is singing
Ah, if only I could come back
To the arms of the one I love
This kind of nostalgia hurts
And is as bitter as jiló
But no one can say
That they saw me sad, crying
My medicine for nostalgia is singing
My medicine for nostalgia is singing
Ah, if only I could come back
To the arms of the one I love
This kind of nostalgia hurts
And is as bitter as jiló
But no one can say
That they saw me sad, crying
My medicine for nostalgia is singing
My medicine for nostalgia is singing