One day, I’d like to go
In search of my past,;
Of the memories;
Of a misspent youth;
I cry for my souvenirs,;
I dream of a beautiful future,;
Where I can atone;
For all my follies;
And contemplate my past;
In peace at long last.
One day, I’d like to go
In search of my past,;
Of the memories;
Of a misspent youth;
I cry for my souvenirs,;
I dream of a beautiful future,;
Where I can atone;
For all my follies;
And contemplate my past;
In peace at long last.