Dreaming of revolutions
On the edge of the river,
There were illusions
In my hand that you left
Under your sweater.
To think badly, the weakness
To not have studied,
The songs of my youth
And from Robert Zimmermann, the altitude.
Oh , regrets, regrets, regrets,
Regrets.
Oh, regrets, regrets, regrets,
Regrets.
I lost my way gresse
On ships of conquest.
I lost, by their speed,
Something that, in my heart,
I regret.
Oh , regrets, regrets, regrets,
Regrets.
Oh, regrets, regrets, regrets,
Regrets.
2 CV Citroën,
br/>Where are the people, inside,
Of my baptism,
The silver kettledrum?
I would like everything to come back
While everything is past
And I sing breathlessly
That I only have regrets,
Regrets.
Oh, regrets, regrets, regrets,
Regrets.
br/>Oh, regrets, regrets, regrets,
Regrets.

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