We who
Dreamed of the days of tomorrow
To grow up
Together, never far apart
And already knowing what pain is
And asking
In return for a little love

We, lagoon eyes, we
Thieves of fortune, we
Errant knights of the moon
We
A storm of hair
In the air to make castles, we
Who have shouted to the wind
To sing, we
The most beautiful years, we
In a rebel escape
A handful of grains we
Who have taken roads to search within us
The most beautiful years

We who wanted to make the world ours
And win or go all the way down
But fate waits behind a wall
And living is the price of the future

We, breathless cheeks, we
Lips of sin, we
Passengers lost in the past
We, a chase of streams
Between clouds and birds, we
Who have seen the sun light up on us
The most beautiful years, we
A promise as brothers
Among umbrella tears we
Who have heard the sea cry with us
The most beautiful years

And that time is a film of a thousand scenes
We don't know how it ends
If the things that make us feel good
Are here
Right here
Maybe not, maybe yes
Always here, and we are still those

We, with the wounds of duels
And shoulders of burdens we
Who have pushed the heart to beat for us
The most beautiful years, we
Who have been naked lambs
With the soul in tatters, we
Who have asked the sky to give back to us
The most beautiful years
The most beautiful years

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