Nostalgia - Sebalter

Small last days

of a past which is just

a blury shape in my mind

a blury shape in my nights

It’s too late, really late

when we grow we get lost

in the mirrow

of a perfect life, perfect life.

You can make some more love

you can make some more lies

it’s been walking in all the street

gets some adorn your skin

I prefer to walk along

don’t you see the gettin on

Have you ever fall only heart?

Have you aver fall only heart?