Do you remember the days I was only nineteen? I used to chase your smile at the avenues and the magazines My heart enjoyed skipping beats after beats for you Now I'm growing older in terms of maturity Against my childish dreams and living's duties And the unforgettable beauty of you But I still mourn Lay down here by the telephone Mourn, all night long From my blood to my bones For you... So I'm stepping forward without a trace With my hunger for love and the memory of your face And the passion I misplaced in you But I still mourn Lay down here by the telephone Mourn, all night long From my blood to my bones For you...