When a woman goes elsewhere on her own,
I don't mind having a little time for myself,
but I admit that it's not right then? I'm not alone.
That doesn't mean that there's anyone else with me,
I'm all alone at home, it's fitting that it should be.
I'm just rambling around surrounded by memories
and I cherish the past.
When I read the letters that I received from someone',
the most? from my mother, who is worried about me
because I had to go to work,
and from my friends, some letters from girls
who are now middle-aged ladies.
Youth, hello to me with pa-pa,
I don't even know when she left,
did she? so, can't it? n'? for
that sooner or later she leaves.
I also shout to her only pa-pa,
it's nice that you were with me,
it's also nice in its own way,
what comes after you.
When a woman goes somewhere on her own one day,
what I care about, she already knows this well,
so in ? or does she say: "You have fun
until I come again."
That doesn't mean I'm not nice around her,
I really have to admit that we understand each other very well,
but he knows that sometimes I like to go into memories.
And I look at my face in pictures from years ago.
Is this really me?
This boy who stares too seriously to the world?
On this one I am alone, on this one I am going somewhere with a friend,
I look and realize again:
Youth, say hello to me with pa-pa,
at all I don't know when she left, but did she? so, can't it? n'? for
that sooner or later she leaves.
I also shout to her only pa-pa,
it's nice that you were with me,
it's also nice in its own way,
what comes after you.
Is it? so, can't it? n'? for
that sooner or later he leaves.
What comes after youth is also beautiful in its own way.