No, it's not that I miss the sun in your eyes so much
Nor is it that I miss the tender touch of your skin
It's simply that I get tired of doing nothing
Then I tend to remember, to remember things from yesterday
But don't think that I can't live without you
Today my nostalgia has another explanation
It's simply that I woke up cloudy
And the gray sky, and the gray sky It always warms my heart
Sentimental, sentimental
No, it's not that I miss the sweetness of your kisses so much
And I even enjoy the bitterness that is in me
They don't bloom on the asphalt the cherry trees
Today there was no sun, today there was no sun
That's why I'm like this
And don't think that I can't live without you
Today my nostalgia has another explanation
br/>It is simply that it dawned cloudy
And the gray sky, and the gray sky makes my heart feel
Sentimental, sentimental