Enfance 80 (part. Videoclub)

I have touched the past with my fingers
I have lived yesterday
As if it were again
I know the truth never dies
It sways like the falling snow
From the pastel sky

I leave tomorrow to others
I only take the now
If it's about thinking of the end
Count on my childhood dreams

Why stop dreaming?
If I can find peace
When the end approaches
I won't wake up

Small, I flee time, already afraid of conventions
And the real fabric of people, it's crazy what they think

We fly in paper airplanes
They can't catch us
If we scream, our thirst won't end

I leave tomorrow to others
I only take the now
If it's about thinking of the end
Count on my childhood dreams

Why stop dreaming?
If I can find peace
When the end approaches
I won't wake up

I regret my adolescence (and yet it's not over)
When you're little, there's mistrust (then comes contempt)
There are days when it goes wrong (that you forget when it goes well)
Adults shout, they grumble (say things that are useless)
You spend your life in the past (and yet it's not so beautiful)
You remember the worn-out days (the months of May, the water battles)
You have to get used to it, you're just grown up (there will be plenty, you'll see)
Beautiful things, good times (when it's over you'll regret)

I leave tomorrow to others
I only take the now
If it's about thinking of the end
Count on my childhood dreams

Why stop dreaming?
If I can find peace
Without thinking of the end
I won't wake up

Why stop dreaming?
If I can find peace
When the end approaches
I won't wake up