Someday we’ll talk about our mad times When we were too young to know And had too short time to grow We’ll laugh about our old fears When we’ve sailed across troubled seas And our only certainty was not sure Arrested in my own memories Lost in the empty of my existence I’m in the center of myself Surrounded by imaginary fences So many friends we had along those years So many things we shared Like happiness, fear and pain Those days will be always in my way And when we look behind ourselves We’ll see that everything passed to fast So, we’ll know that the future Today is the past