In the familiar places, the sounds we loved are now silent
and hit songs turned into old rhythms
and the time as though still plays with the years ahead of us
only we hear distant voices and legends

On the edge of sidewalks illusions still appeal every evening
the flowers whisper in seductive colours of love
questions that were expected and silent on the way
they wait as a beggar and strip the hand for answers

I still remember, I'm still keeping
the words, the moments, the look
maybe there's no point to go back to each time
to those days, to those days

Oh how is everything burns in me and leaves marks like a scar
and the far-away light still hints ofa memory so sweet
the years smile, dreams get lost so quietly
and I cry inside without a sound, with hidden tears, yesterday...