The past tries
It's playing an impossible card
To come back into fashion
It doesn't know that time is unrepeatable
The present finds itself
Motivated and determined not to give in
As it has done so far
Without saying a single word
The clash is legendary
As soon as it begins
One stays silent and the other gives its speech
It doesn't want to understand that it's too late
To give lessons to those who are on time

The past rests
Comfortably in the guest bed
Or follows me around the house
Like a shadow glued to my elbows
To kick it down
It opens its mouth and always speaks nonsense
With lying speeches
And a guilty conscience
The clash continued
Even on the train
Who is a stowaway
Who pays full fare
Just like that, if the concept isn't clear
The past doesn't even pay the ticket

Your memory finds a hole in the net
It slips into my brain and takes control
Your memory, when it arrives, is hungry and thirsty
And the little balance I have disintegrates
The past is a drug
That I no longer intend to take
It rings my doorbell again
Expecting to make me come down
With the call of yesterday
With the voice tone of an angel
Caught among the wires
And ignored in traffic by passersby

Your memory finds a hole in the net
It slips into my brain and takes control
Your memory, when it arrives, is hungry and thirsty
And the little balance I have disintegrates
Your memory finds a hole in the net
It slips into my brain and takes control
Your memory, when it arrives, is hungry and thirsty
But it's just a trick, a trap
The past declares itself ready for a challenge at the limit
It wants to scare it and shows infinite energy
But the present prepares its race
And promises itself that
Once it reaches the finish line, it will never be nostalgic again

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