When the people go, then my mind is crying When the children leave, And tearing the world with thee. When the music plays in your fantasy In the moonlight time I remember the games of my life.
Now, how old are you, where is your harbour, Have many things to do, open the door. Yes, I live so true, without my lover But tell me if the sky is blue, how old are you?
Memories of dreams, something out of date, I saw the light of ray, But remember the days of my life. When the music plays in your fantasy In the moonlight time I remember the games of my life.