I remember when I was a child,
all around me it used to shine
I could see the sun,
and true colours of the summer sky.

Was the time when the flowers bloomed,
and grew in exuberance,
when you told me,
“It’s late baby come back home”
Come back home.

Was the time of “Happy days”
To have fun and just play
I’ll never forget
My runs and the football games

The scrapes on my knees
Holydays in Sicily
When I believed again
in happiness
dreaming a close Family

Where is that child
who wanted to live forever
Like in a fairytale
Because a dream is better

Where are the days
Made up with jam and butter 
I’d like to come back
But now all seems to me so far away
Oh… just remains….
Sweet tears and a little pain

I remember the Christmas snow,
in my bed waiting for the Lord
I remember 
one gift that will never come

when the corn was corn
and the Rock was “The Rolling Stones”
when a friend was friend
and the future 
was to become like Superman.

Where is that child
who wanted to live forever
Like in a fairytale
Because a dream is better

Where are the days
Made up with jam and butter 
I’d like to come back
But now all seems to me so far away
 Oh....just remains….
Sweet tears and a little pain

Now all is changed 
In this bad world
Or maybe
It’s just me
 I’m not the same any more