I remember a tree, I remember the wind
Of these rumors of waves at the end of the ocean
I remember a city, I remember a voice
Of these Christmases that shine in the snow and the cold

I remember a dream, I remember a king
Of a summer that ends, of a wooden house
I remember the sky, I remember the water
Of a lace dress torn in the back

It's not blood that flows in our veins
It's the river of our childhood
It's not his death that hurts me
It's not seeing my father dance anymore

I remember a lighthouse, I remember a sign
Of a light in the evening, of an anonymous room
I remember love, I remember the gestures
The carriage of the return, the perfume on my jacket

I remember so late, I remember so little
Of these random trains, of a couple in love
I remember London, I remember Rome
Of the sun that makes the shadow, of the sorrow that makes the man

It's not blood that flows in our veins
It's the river of our childhood
It's not his death that hurts me
It's not seeing my father dance anymore

It's not blood that flows in our veins
It's the river of our childhood
It's not his death that hurts me
It's not seeing my father dance anymore

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