In the game of memories I found myself
Sitting on the wall with her
It was a summer's night that
That still burns inside for Angela
The first time it was together with her
I remember well the euphoria
When telling it to my friends
My heart beat for Angela
But my first love is a seagull
That flies away and returns
With the wind of nostalgia
In a photo in a song he will live again
The first love is the dream of that age
That brings me back far away from here
Yet it seemed like yesterday but it's not like that
At this speed Angela but where are we going
No one knows
Angela
Yet yes it goes
God how it goes
The river will slowly entrust its dreams of freedom to the sea
Source of a love that flowed
From a pure feeling for Angela
And a little she will always be mine
In the sky of a poem
But the first love is a seagull
That flies away and that returns
With the wind of nostalgia
In a photo in a song he will live again
The first love is the dream of that age
That takes me far away from here
Yet it seemed like yesterday but it's not like that
At this speed Angela but where are we going
No one knows
Angela
And yet we are going
God how are you doing
I owe you something too
Tonight is Saturday and the fever is rising
I'm alone and I don't know where to go
But inside I still want to sing
For Angela who knows if she will listen to me
But the first love is a seagull
That flies away and returns
With the wind of nostalgia
/>In a photo in a song he will live again
The first love is the dream of that age
That takes me back far away from here
Yet it seemed like yesterday but it's not like that '
At this speed Angela but where are we going
No one knows
Angela
And yet we are going
God how are we going

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