flowers open, melting in the sunlight
you laughed, in the fleeting afternoon

the city is gentle, the scent of the wind too
because you are soft, I held you. 

What a youth! The door to heaven opening rosy
no matter what anyone tells you!
Spring is somehow gentle and [bad word]  

I'm living now because I had a past, 
yelling out looking for the future.

What a youth! the bonds left behind 
by the travellers trembling themselves white. 
no matter how far away I'm still me. 
just next to me, now near me!

let's walk bathed in the brilliant sunlight
making all our loves and mistakes our support.

endless youth, I choose that even if I am swallowed by a wave of despair
I swam in earnest, and when I arrive, 
I'll have learned something from it. 

a youth that we all have, even if someday we forget and it dies in our memories
what I believed in back then, is no illusion!

So YOUNG!