Olly BALORDA NOSTALGIA

And maybe it won’t be
Even tonight
The right night to get back together
To be together again
Maybe it won’t be
Even tonight
The lady told me, the one who was leaning out of the fourth-floor window
With a cigarette in her mouth, while she was hanging out her laundry

I answered her that
I would like, I would like, I would like
I would like, I would like, I would like

To go back to when it was enough for us
To laugh, to cry, to make love
And then sit in silence for hours
Until we fell asleep on the couch
With the remote in hand
I don’t know what to do without you.

You, who make me live and forget,
You, who while cooking start singing
And you call it, if you want, the end
But how should I tell you?
This life is not life without you

But you know, tonight,
This foolish nostalgia,
I turn on the TV,
Just to keep me company
What a nice babble… (Well, sort of)
Do you think this is the right way,
That you go and leave me here?

I still look for you around the house when my back itches,
And I still set one more plate when I set the table for dinner
I only know that I would like, I would like, I would like…
Yes, I would like, I would like…

To go back to when it was enough for us
To laugh, to cry, to make love
And then sit in silence for hours
Until we fell asleep on the couch
With the remote in hand
I don’t know what to do without you.

You, who make me live and forget,
You, who while cooking start singing
And you call it, if you want, the end
But how should I tell you?
This life is not life without you

But who knows why
Oh, this life is not life without you
Maybe it won’t be
Maybe it’s already over
But I love you
And it was all life