Between nostalgia and nostalgia
Between your life and mine
Between night and dawn
The days go by
Who doesn't remember that age
At sixteen
br/>When we want to have
A few more years
And who doesn't want to hide
A little bit of yesterday's weather
When you start to find
Some wrinkle in your skin
Thirty-three years
They are nothing more than half a life
Thirty-three years
That go in such a hurry
Thirty-three years
Of loving to whoever asks
Thirty-three years
As you who would say it
Sometimes I look back
With the nostalgia that comes with
Remembering that age
When you play to win
And today I do want to bet
I have to lose so much
And love has an age
Even if you don't want it
Thirty-three years
They are nothing more than half a life
Thirty-three years
That go in such a hurry
Thirty-three years
Of loving those who ask for it
Thirty-three years
As I would say