I miss to wander by my neighbourhood and to believe

That nothing can concern me

I miss to be younger than I am now

I miss to think the world is mine and always to thieve

What I think need to be free

I miss to be dumber than I am now

What I was disappears in me

And changes arrogance to a cane

What I was disappears in me

And it is lost like tears…

Like tears in rain

I miss to live like to me don’t expect me a grave

That will treat me as a detainee

I miss to be faster than I am now

What I was disappears in me

And changes arrogance to a cane

What I was disappears in me

And it is lost like tears…

Like tears in rain

I’ve not seen things you people wouldn’t believe

But I know when arrived the time to grieve

It’s a good moment to, finally, drop the curtain

Was a fine theatre play, it’s certain

It’s a good moment to, finally, forget to cry

Was a fine theatre play, it’s time to die

And to let everything lost…

And to let everything lost…

And to let everything lost…

Lost like tears…

Lost like tears…

Lost like tears in rain