ottima-Thirty years later

I haven't grown much And the fears I had they have not abandoned me, No, they have not abandoned me, The people who said they loved me yes, Their brushes on me they never found the right color of their false, almost tragic love. of their false, almost tragic love. You want to see me again And I know you're looking for a rematch, You want to sit me back in the lounge To talk about our life, our life Sipping one of your verbenas you will explain to me what could be fine, calmly you will list what is most convenient, that suits us best, But I haven't grown much, changed yes and the fears I feel inside They still make me fear people who never has doubts about anything who never has doubts about anything. But I haven't grown much, changed yes and the fears I feel inside They still make me fear people who never has doubts about anything who never has doubts about anything.