In the garden of my childhood
Between the trees and the violence
I found what calmed my heart
The strawberries, the smell of holidays
Between dramas and carelessness
The stairs
That bore my fears

Why do I still think about it?
What was better before?
Apart from the laughter in a whirl
Apart from the summer that consoles me
What do I miss so much?
Why do I still think about it so much?
What was better before?

On the roofs of the south of France
When the wind and water mix
There on the lips
Of those who speak loudly
Their voices, their laws bother me
That same rancid taste always comes back
From the time of dreams
That played with death

Why do I still think about it?
What was better before?
Apart from the laughter in a whirl
Apart from the summer that consoles me
What do I miss so much?
Why do I still think about it so much?
What was better before?

I remember everything
I remember everything
I remember everything
I remember

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