Cyber Marian - Klimat tamtych dni

The dust is thick,
Hugs like a blanket in autumn.
The world of past affairs,
The memories in your head are shimmering again.
When I look back,
I feel a young age melody.
I start the view in my head,
Waking up melancholy.

I see this time in myself, I have seen him often,
Time has passed rags, but this world calls me, you know
- The world of hours spent with colleagues,
Hours of playing the saw, exchanging "tazos",
Oranżada under the shop, a kiss from a girl.
One thing I remember is our carefree faces.
I would not exchange these moments, I want to hide them in me,
Because...

The climate of those days
I'm still dreaming
I see my world in them,
Those past years.
The climate of those days
I'm still dreaming
I see my world in them,
Those past years.

Age is not a number,
It is rather a state of mind.
You have to cultivate,
That the spell never breaks.
And if there was a gin one day
He gave a wish from the lamp,
I would like to come back
For times like a dream.

Time passes, does not catch up with us.
Time flows, and with time our world.
It passes quickly, stays in your head
Think about days and about every word.
Thoughts alive, I return to those places.
There are many moments that I want to remember.
You probably see it differently, or you remember.
One thing is for sure...

The climate of those days
I'm still dreaming
I see my world in them,
Those past years.
The climate of those days
I'm still dreaming
I see my world in them,
Those past years.

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The climate of those days
I'm still dreaming
I see my world in them,
Those past years.

The climate of those days.