Those of..

We are

Those of the Mediterranean

Who cry and laugh

And they reflect and remember

We are

Those who Diego the sergeant are like us

We are

Those who listen to Pink Floyd

And they dream and sigh

And they think back and remember

We are

Those that the Prince talks about us

And sooner or later we will go to Spain

With the hourglass already halfway through

Another life awaits us there

Let's sing about the year to come

Melancholy alone

The women laugh at us

Slow steps, eyes at the stars

And then we never dance

Always out of fashion

Green yes but flowers no

We sit on the dock

Not in the sun on the beach

We are

We don't remember the poems

And they see and do not hear

And they think and don't speak

We are

Those who have a little good wine and then

And sooner or later we will go to Spain

We have already rounded the mark

Another life waiting there

Let's try to catch the trail

Melancholy alone

What others say about us

I smiled dully and rolled my eyes

We certainly never dance

The first black and white photos

Green yes but flowers no

A guitar on the seat

Or maybe it's just me

Melancholy alone

Slow steps, eyes at the stars