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Even if it's tempting
To escape the present
Please, open your eyes
Look ahead
Go where the wind blows
And then, do your best

Prisoner of doubt, not really of the past
Too much shadow on the road, I can't see the paths
And I remember in madness my bunch of buddies
I have the melancholy of the mess in camp
Laughing at all our senses, and hours of teasing
Insolent innocence of my best years

Oh, where have our best years gone?
We're slowly drifting away
Where have our best years gone?
The future gives them back to us

A past composed of imperfect events
A not so simple past, smiles as trophies
Then the melancholy, I mix it with the present
It's the beautiful improvement of soothing memories
And the good years, even with stitches
I will take them to visit my future

Oh-ooh, to laugh straight ahead
Believe in it without pretending
Drawing differently afterwards
I dream of our embraces
Of the light on those faded smiles
To reunite stronger, become one

Oh, where have our best years gone?
They're slowly drifting away
Where have our best years gone?
The future gives them back to us

I refined the story, unconfined hope
To keep believing in it, I send you an announcement
The announcement of the marriage between nostalgia and destiny
When one feeds the other, turning the future into a feast

I want to rediscover the allure of our life afterwards
It's time to begin

Oh, where have our best years gone?
They're slowly drifting away
Where have our best years gone?
The future

Oh, where have our best years gone?
They're slowly drifting away
Where have our best years gone?
The future gives them back
Where have they gone
Where have they gone

Then the melancholy, I mix it with the present
It's the beautiful improvement of soothing memories
And the good years, even with stitches
I will take them to visit my future