To the good old days,
When my only worry was to go to bed at nine, on time.
When stealing candy was my only crime,
When I used to count weeks, waiting for holidays.
When my smile used to be a present for everyone,
When depression never knocked my door,
When I used to wake up late and have pancakes with the TV on,
When I used to go barefoot on the floor.
When everyone seemed to be friend,
Oh, naïve kid! The world is unfair,
Never thought it would be the end,
For such celestial memories, so rare.
I remember, I remember,
When war was just a stubborn man full of anger,
When pain was not a broken glass of wine,
Saying I am fine.
I remember, I remember,
When death was not a cold season taking loved ones every December,
When love was a gentleman handing a pure red rose to his wife,
That now, faded with sharp thorns, will give you trauma for the rest of your life.
