my english is a google traductiones (dio no parlo inglês mucho bene)

It's the old youth through
With its magical colors and their sound
Sounds, feelings, sensations, smells
for never
do not ever will not go away
The sensitivity logical changes. The show continues
It was a time when the streets ran behind you
A square in as simple fun
That moonlit nights the two of us in three the trinity
That's life
Mother, daughter and sister
Youth is the memory of the safety of family