And then they pass like this
You notice when they have gone
And they leave you clinging to a trail of memories, of memories
How many are the beautiful days of a love
Those that you cannot forget
And you hide inside the heart
And when you're hurting, you go dust them off

Hands in hands, I see two naive boys
Inside a world of songs and poetry
Tomorrow, we tomorrow, but tonight you stay
Don't ask me to let you go

You are passion and torment
You are dawn and sunset
I wish we were eternal
I wish to return to those days

To that trip where we slept in a barn
To a waltz by drunkards by the sea
To a room where the sun beat all day
All around

Where do the beautiful days of a love go
Those moments that you can no longer erase
They fall asleep in the heart
And when it gets dark
You go to caress them

Hands in hands, we are two naive boys
Still looking for songs and poetry
Tomorrow is already tomorrow, now tell me if you stay
Or are you convinced you want to leave

You are passion and torment
You are dawn and sunset

Hands in hands, your hands, your hands in mine
You are passion and torment
You are my oath
I wish we were eternal
And with you, return to those days

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